This too shall pass

This too shall pass

A few months ago, Nesko and I were worried and upset. Why was our child acting like an out of control jackass? Was it something we were/weren’t doing? Was this a major personality change? My MIL returned to beating the drum of “it’s his medication’s fault” (he takes an oral medication for his asthma every night) but she blames everything on that. I fretted to a friend of mine who doesn’t have kids but who nannied for several different families while in college.

I keep telling you, Brig. Little kids are psychos.

She is full of wisdom!

The best part of getting advice from someone like her, someone who’s raised kids but isn’t a parent, is that she isn’t as emotionally invested in her advice because 1) they aren’t HER kids and 2) she’s worked for a bunch of different families and seen just how different kids are. So she can be all “well, this worked this time and that worked another time, your situation reminds me of this other thing” and I get a range of advice instead of “THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT WE DID WITH OUR CHILD AND HE’S PERFECT SO IF IT DOESN’T WORK FOR YOU IDEK YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG.”

Anyway, apparently kids who are 3 1/2 go through this stage where they turn into horrific beasts and EVERYTHING IS TERRIBLE and they challenge everything and “forget” all rules and sometimes start crapping their pants again even if they’ve been potty trained for a year because HA HA HA WHY NOT, SUCKER.

So we battened down the hatches and set boundaries and enforced rules gently but firmly and remembered to give him extra time for transitions, and… I realized the other day that I no longer want to find a nice family of wolves to take over raising my child. He’s back to being delightful and charming.

It’s not perfect, he’s back to sleeping in our bed which I HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE. But at least he’s sleeping now and not waking up constantly screaming about how lonely he is… or just plain screaming. His actual hand to god real nightmares and night terrors have been completely gone since he started sleeping with us again, poor duck. So in theory I should be more rested. But in actuality he pushes me to the edge of the bed and is a very active sleeper, hitting and kick and working his cold feet under my body to scrape his toenails along my torso/crotch. If I put my back to him he hooks his toes into my butt like he’s a tow truck trying to haul me out of a ditch. It’s weird, man! Toes don’t go there!

But this too shall pass. He won’t be in our bed forever.

He’ll either grow out of this, too, or I’ll look up that nice wolf family I had my eye on. There’s some coyotes in the area. You think they’d take him in?

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  1. Today Caroline said she wanted to live at the zoo and I almost took her up on it.

    I really need to remember the extra time for transitions thing, since apparently nothing makes me lose my temper faster than saying “Put your shoes on!” and having no one move an INCH.
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  2. Today Caroline said she wanted to live at the zoo and I almost took her up on it.

    I really need to remember the extra time for transitions thing, since apparently nothing makes me lose my temper faster than saying “Put your shoes on!” and having no one move an INCH.

    Around 3 1/2-4 kids apparently REALLY get a kick out of showing their control over their environment by refusing to do whatever it takes to leave a place, even if they are leaving to go to the most magical place in the world (grandma’s house, the museum full of dinosaur skeletons, etc). So they run and hide instead of putting their shoes on, etc.

    CHILDREN. ARE YOU DRUNK. THE HELL.

    So we start getting ready in stages and YES this involves being more organized ON MY PART which is HARD, and we coax Niko into shoes. “It’s almost time to put your shoes on. You will need to stop playing, go into your room and get your shoes, and we’ll help you put them on.” “We aren’t leaving yet, but it’s time to put your shoes on. It just is! And then you can play for five more minutes.” “Niko, it’s been five minutes. It’s time to put your coat on! When tata has his coat and shoes we will go to FANTASTIC PLACE. Can you pick two toys to take with you?” He also really likes when we put the timer on so he knows we aren’t lying about his five minutes of play.