I remember once after I had the oldest Disaster, that my mom (or some other adult looking at the past through rose-colored glasses) clucked their tongue at me when I said that Camo was going through the “Terrible Twos”. “Noooo- they aren’t terrible! They’re TERRIFIC!” I compromised rather than arguing against their logic by saying,”Fine- the TRYING twos.”
But the facts are- the twos? They’re genuinely TERRIBLE most days. There’s a reason why that label has stuck around. Oh, sure- its probably tough being at an age where you know what you want but lack the skills to communicate it. But coming from someone who needs to translate “Toddler-ese” daily, sometimes the only “terrific” part is when they’re asleep… finally.
Let’s face it- being a parent is hard. But what makes it just THAT much worse is when you want to cry, rip out your hair, and hide, and someone -attempting to be helpful- tries to convince you that things aren’t so bad; that the glass is half full; to see the silver lining; yada yada yada. What we need to do as brothers and sisters in this war called ‘Parent-hood’ is call it like it is- hard. Difficult. Strenuous. Downright Hellish at times. And its ok to want a break or dream of Happy Hour or want to sell your kid on EBay (not that you should- or could… I checked). And if anyone tries to tell us otherwise, we should be well within our rights to tell them very gently what they can do with their Pollyanna advice.
Now that I’ve stepped off my soapbox, I’m gonna go back to hiding, crying, and searching for loopholes in the whole EBay thing. You’re welcome to join me- although, I’m preggo again, so you’ll have to bring your own drink.