There are a lot of times when I feel like I have a handle on this whole motherhood gig. Things roll pretty smoothly- Scorch is on time for school, Bean’s hair doesn’t look like a rats nest and I’ve even put makeup on.
Then there are weeks like this one. Scorch has been great all week. The boy has two modes- happy and crying. And when he’s crying he’s typically over what ever triggered him within 5 mins. Wonderful. The Bean? Well, I’ve just come to the conclusion that she’s crazy. Certifiably batshit insane.
The mood swings. The screaming. The crying. It. Hasn’t. Stopped. All. Week.
Take this morning for example. We were walking out the door to take Scorch to school and he asked for a quick snack for the car ride. Sure, no problem. Beaner had been great thus far until I offered her some of the snack. She didn’t want any. Ok, no worries- I put it back. She screams. I guess she does want some. So I offer her some again. She tells me no and walks away. So I put it back. She screams blood murder and says she wants some. I put some of the snack in the cup she’s carrying. Bad idea, Mommy. She picks up the offending snack and throws it at me. So I throw it away and she loses her mind because now she wants some again. At that point, I picked her up and bodily carried her to the car where she proceeded to scream the car down around her until we got to school.
I won’t even tell you about our trip to the store this evening. Let’s just say, I was sweating bullets by the time we checked out.
Teething? Multiple personalities? Just simply being 2? Pissed off about the terrible weather? I haven’t a clue what’s going on with her.
But man, do I love that little monster. While her challenging moments are way out numbering the sweet, she’s really lucky the sweet still out weighs the sour.