AAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!
It feels better... I think...
Elliott is driving me to the edge of sanity. I can't cope anymore. I have had enough of being at the receiving end of his tantrums and watching him ignoring me bluntly. I know he is trying to push the boundaries but at the stage we are at, the boundaries are as far as they can go. I know it is his age or a phase, whatever Supernanny calls it, but no matter how much you are warned about it, you are NEVER ready for it!
Not only he ignores me, but he started kicking, hitting and pushing. For no reason he will walk to his brother push him and laugh. No matter what I try I don't seem to be getting through to him. I feel like I am constantly having to raise my voice or slap his hand for attention and I hate this. God! I shout so much that I am starting to sound like the next door neighbours!!!
Oh and just before you say naughty corner, it doesn't work anymore. The naughty corner is fun, he goes by himself. The naughty step is fun, his brother comes to grin at him. The only thing that works is his bedroom on his own, door closed, but I don't want his bedroom to be the naughty place or to be dreaded.
Take RIGHT NOW for example. I have put him to bed for his afternoon nap. In the past he has never EVER had once got out of bed or fight to go to sleep (unless really unwell), well right now it is the second time that I have to pause and take him back to bed. *
In the last week there hasn't been one day that I haven't ended with a headache and so much frustration it is coming out of my ears and nostrils! Every single evening in the last week, Craig had to deal with their dinner, bath and bedtime because I am so snappy. This man is made of the purest gold. If he wasn't so helpful, I would probably be in a corner of the house rocking back and forth!
Everyday I wake up full of hope that he will not challenge me as much. Every morning he walks into our room and lights it up with his gorgeous blond her and his little voice whispering "good morning". Thanks to him the first thing I do when I wake up is smile. Then the minute Craig is out of the door for work, it starts. It feels like it is a personal fight, it is between him and me.
It is so tiring.
But then when I walk into their room at night, I look at him and every bit of me fills with the most powerful love in the world, stained with the ugliest guilt. I feel guilty for not being able to keep cool, guilty for snapping and guilty for shouting.
I want my lovely boy back, so what do you do when the naughty step doesn't work anymore?
*since finishing this post I have visited his room five times and asked him in a rather loud manner to GO BACK TO BED!


















