I’m talking about terrible twos. I tried to stay positive and call it “terrific twos” but it didn’t work. The whining, the direct disobedience, she doesn’t even when we discipline her. Nothing matters to her. I’m learning levels of patience I didn’t know existed but at the same time, several times a day I want to run away.
Today was interesting, There was a LOT of whining, top it off with Eugene getting a head ache and not wanting to deal with Lexi at all. I love him to death and he’s a GREAT father and dad, but when she starts whining he can’t handle it.
Tonight he went to a youth club that we’ve been volunteering at, which left me home with the girls. Friday nights we both go with the girls, but I don’t like keeping them out late (11:45ish) two nights in a row, so he goes alone on Saturday nights. Anyway, things were going ok, Lexi took a really long nap and actually got good sleep- the first time in about a week. Caylee was being good, I was getting a lot done.
Then 9pm hit. Caylee went from happy go lucky to “I want to sleep NOW”. I got her in her pj’s, and sat her down so I could get Lexi ready and Caylee screamed the whole time. Since putting Caylee to sleep involves nursing and Eugene was gone I had to get Lexi in bed before I could put Caylee down and Caylee didn’t like that too much.
I finally got Lexi in bed after reading and prayer (and lots of fussing by Caylee) and laid down to nurse Caylee to sleep. About 2 minutes into it Lexi is screaming and crying from the other room “My blanket, My blanket”. I ignored her for as long as I could- I was trying to get Caylee asleep enough that I could swap me for a binky. I go in to take care of Lexi and Caylee starts screaming! But, it’s 9:45 and the upstairs has been quiet for quite a few minutes. Maybe I’ll take a bath.
