When we had Little Miss Sunshine, people asked us right away if we were finished now, or if we’d go on to have a fourth.
Answer: done like dinner.
Sometimes I feel a little wistful, like I wish we’d gone for that fourth kid. When I see a mom out at the mall with her four kids, making it look so easy. When my newborn nephew is sleeping in my arms, then rooting around for milk (sorry kid, I’ve nothing but raisins up front these days). When I have a really great day at home, and it seems that a fourth kid could just slide in there without adding any more chaos.
Today, however, was not one of those days.
The big kids are okay. They’ve been tired and cranky since we went back to school, but generally reasonable.
But the Little Miss. Oh, the Little Miss. She really does make me glad I’ll never have to live through the terrible twos again.
In some ways, two is such a fantastic age. So full of wonder, so full of delight. The way she thinks that giving us a kiss will solve any and every problem. The way she twirls to music in her tutu and imagines being the best ballerina that ever lived. The way she chrips little pronoucements with her still-babyish voice, explaining to us how the world works and what the rules are.
But man, those other ways. NOT GOOD.
In the past few months, everything has been a struggle. She’ll only eat cookies; any other food is blecky. She doesn’t want to get dressed, or she wants to get dressed THIS SECOND. Someone else has something she wants. Someone is trying to make her take something she DOESN’T want. She never wants to nap again. She wants to hit her brother but she gets upset when he so much as brushes against her in the hallway. She’s mad that we moved the location of the dresser in her room.
Every day it’s clash of the titans. Me versus her. I set the rules; she throws herself on the floor and wails about them. I ask her to do something; she screams her refusal.
This afternoon we had our usual battle, the one that happens every day when we go to pick up the Captain from school. She’s already been outside at least once, to get Gal Smiley. She hates her snowsuit, she hates winter (join the club, lady), she is busy doing other important things like begging for cookies and brushing her pony’s hair.
She does NOT want to go.
However, she MUST go.
You can imagine what happens next.
I’m so tired of the daily fight, and still there’s so many more months to go until better weather, school ending, her turning three.
It’s been a rough day. Hopefully tomorrow is better.