Parenthood... Pah!

Mathew is being a little terror.
There’s no other way of putting it. He’s being a boisterous, unpleasant, narky, snarky, tantrum-throwing, mood-inducing ball of anger and attitude. People always talk about ‘The Terrible Twos’ and I was confidently (and foolishly) saying we’d got away with it. But now, less than a month shy of his third birthday, he has obviously decided to make up for lost time and to make our lives a bit Hellish. I keep trying to use the ‘Santa doesn’t visit naughty boys’ angle, but he’s too young to remember previous Christmasses and therefore impervious to the threats. He is waking us up with a scowl on his face, spending all day pushing our buttons, treating us as if we are the root cause of all the world’s problems, and then refusing to go to bed.
I love him, and he’s brilliant, and I know this is just a stage, and I know we’ll get through it, but right now our homelife is a struggle.

RC 26-11-21
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