Published on May 2nd, 2014 | 820 Views
0When the terrible twos start early
On Wednesday night I was in Waitrose after putting Baby Girl to bed, buying M&Ms. After a rough day, Daddy T and I had only wanted to collapse on the sofa and watch Mad Men, and I had offered to go to Waitrose to get us a treat.
We weren’t only exhausted because we’d been informed the exchange on our property had been delayed again, but 20-month old Baby Girl had not exactly had a great day either.
I really don’t know what ‘the terrible twos’ are all about. I just hope ‘the terrible twos’ could be renamed ‘the terrible ones’.
Baby Girl started having tantrums soon after she turned one, and she’s brilliant at throwing herself around, arching her back and screaming. So brilliant that I once recently texted our GP in desperation, asking him if I could come straight away with my furious Baby Girl, who had a tantrum for so long I got worried there was something wrong.
On Wednesday she was the same. She was lying outside our neighbour’s entrance and rolling around, while I was standing over her, trying to pick her up to give her a hug.
After four hours of on-off tantrums before bedtime, I felt I had been through a hardcore exercise regime. Property buying problems or not. Life with a little one is tough –and a chance to collapse on the sofa at the end of the day with some M&Ms within reach is sometimes pretty essential.