Wednesday, 14 September 2011
Okay, mommies, be honest. If you have multiple kids, do you ever like one more than the other one? I'm not talking about love, because I don't rightly know how to measure my love for my kids, but when I'm honest, since Becca's birth, I've always had a favorite. At first, it was obviously Hannah because Becca was a pain in the butt the first two months of her life. But things have sure flip-flopped around here. Becca is now even happier and more content than Hannah was as a baby, and I thought Hannah was pretty fabulous at this age. But a two-and-a-half-year-old Hannah is a different story. Sometimes I think she's evil. She drives me absolutely insane.
After being around so many women who have been hospitalized for PPD, I have to admit that I am attracted to the concept. Not that I think I am actually to the point of needing hospitalization, but sometimes I am tempted to say that I am, just so I can catch a break from my kids. But then I feel like such a horrible mother for thinking this, so I try to schedule enough breaks during the week.
I truly don't know how to do this terrible twos thing. I've been fairly confident in my parenting skills up until now. Hannah has been refusing to nap lately, but because she is a terror when she skips her nap, I've been trying to implement "quiet time" in hopes that she'll fall asleep. If nothing else, I finally get a break. The trouble is that Hannah will not be quiet. Whenever I put her in her room after following her bedtime routine, she pounds and kicks on the door, screaming, "MOMMAAAAY! LET ME OUT!!" You'd think she'd wear herself out, but you'd be wrong. She did this uninterrupted for 45 minutes the other day, and would have kept going had I let her.
But I get so angry. I don't know how to calmly handle the situation when I get so frustrated with her. Everything she does right now drives me absolutely bonkers. Any advice is welcome.
It's a good thing she's so stinking cute...
And then there's Becca. Like I said, she's my favorite right now. Can you blame me?