(This is one of those . . . honest posts, where I sometimes wish this blog were anonymous. But I feel like it’s important to keep things real, so here we are.)
OMG. This past weekend was not one of those blissful ones where solo parenting feels easy and effortless. I was mostly on my own for most of Sat/Sun (Josh had work responsibilities) and:
a) It was HARD
b) It was tiring
c) It was frustrating
d) I don’t think I won any parenting awards
In lieu of “appreciating each moment”, I found myself basically counting down the seconds until I would not be on my own again. A had tantrum after tantrum, and C was fine but added a layer of physical fatigue onto my emotional exhaustion. (The combination: a recipe for disaster, pretty much.) I actually had a babysitter scheduled for 3 hours on Saturday, but ended up sending her home after 1.5 because I just gave into Annabel’s tantrum (she was begging me not to leave the house. I know, I know).
So, I guess I’ll just have to chalk it up as a learning experience. I’m not exactly sure what I did wrong, but perhaps I needed more planned-in-advance outings or social time. That said, we probably would have done more had A been easier to deal with.
I realize I probably should research this in some academic fashion — or maybe I’m supposed to have all of the answers already from my pediatrics training (uhhh no). If anyone has successfully gotten through the tantrum period and has tips, I would greatly appreciate them. Parenting book recs welcome, too.
(Should I be “picking my battles” — aka giving in more instead of holding firmer? Things like taking a bath when dirty / letting go of mommy when she can go to work are non-negotiable, though. I don’t feel like we are particularly strict.)
pix that are not very illustrative of the above