I can write quickly and creatively, i through this together earlier, whilst my kids were going mad;Im on Krypton Factor Yipee!!!
Compete mayhem and madness, but what can you possibly expect with a mad 2 year old (who ive renamed Mini Hitler, just for future reference!). Being absolutley impossible is her mission in life or to put me in a nuthouse, second thoughts, im already in one!. So what can i do to tame this mad pair, pulling my hair out is not an option, i don't have much left, what is left is rapidly turn grey. My 2 year old really has found her calling and by God is she answering, yes she defintley wears the trousers in this house, and we obey. It's kind off funny looking back, I always swore "my child will not turn out like that", with reference to my brothers child, who is like the Arch Angle Gabriel by comparison, so how did i get here, let's just say the method off tantrum interegation broke me!, i find myself giving into all sorts off ransoms, just for sanity and to here my internal self speaking saying "put your foot down". I kind off drift off sometimes and wonder what life was like before, my two year old brings me back kicking and screaming to reality. The last 6 months have been challenging, ok that's not doing it for me, mmm, yes soul destroying, we enter the kitchen regularly (this is an ongoing theme), and as we browse the cupboards and i put my bids in for what food would be most apetising to madam, mini Hitler emerges, in full force, throwing every food item from A-z on the floor, maybe a course in Anger Managemet mini Hitler????, meanwhile i stand like a fool trying to appeal to her better nature, ive been searching but i can't see one yet, i'll keep on looking, this could take a while. My all time favourite has to be the public tantrums, you know the way you can get transformers, my child is kind off like that, she transforms into an ironing board!, she really is quite good at it, she may be small, but by God she has strength, her physiqe really is an illusion. With all considered, i think maybe deep down in her heart it is all for my greater good, she's building up my resilliance to stress and embarrassment for that matter, my mum describes raring children as "good torture", (i think she has issues, sorry mum!?!?). With all considered, maybe it is "good torture", hey what else would i be doing?, chilling out, relaxing, hearing myself think, emptying my bowels without feeling like im on Krpton Factor!, who'd want that. You know what?, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger mmmm?!?!?.