1Last night was BAD.
And I mean J, my two and a half-year-old, just would not listen for anything. The day started out pretty rough, so I knew it wasn’t going to be the greatest of days, but when I say it was the worst day I’ve had as a mother, I mean it. Even the newborn stage was not this difficult. He’s trying to insert his independence and let me know that he is making decisions for himself even if I don’t agree with those decisions or if they’re dangerous.
So to start out, he woke up at seven, when he normally doesn’t wake up for another hour. It was definitely a difficult morning. He wanted oatmeal for breakfast. Then when he saw what I had, eggs, he decided that’s what he wanted. (He has NEVER liked eggs. Ever.) As soon as I made him some, he didn’t want them. Continues on the next pages…
