beware...the following post is the ranting of a deranged mother...
so this is how it is...
about a week ago i came to the very swift realisation that my sweet lil' cherub boy was no longer, in his place i had been left with an unreasonable & crazed small person that spends a ridiculous amount of time on the floor pounding his little fists!
here is an example of todays heart wrenching & devastating reasons to lose the plot:
- "i need to go to grandpa's house mummy" "grandpa's not home sweetie" "oh yes he isssssssss" ... lose the plot!
- "thats my scarf"... said whilst trying to remove a pink scarf from a small girl, he has never owned a pink scarf, but hey if the moment strikes?!
- "i want to do a painting please" "yep sure louis" (mum prepares paints) "no not those paaaaints!!!" ...lose the plot!
- "mummy can i have choo choo trains" (translation - nutrigrain) " we left them at grandma's how about some raisin toast? "no there not at grandma's, i don't want them at grandmmmma's" ...lose the plot!
i know it won't last forever, i know he's doing it out of frustration, i get all that ... but it's pretty darn tiring & the Patience is taking a bit of a battering...
i guess i just roll with the pounches, before we know it he'll be a teenager & we'll have a whole new set of problems to deal with.
just look @ the cheezy lil' grin...butter wouldn't melt hey...










