Struggle street: a tough few days at the mumma office

Love Bug is being a really tricky. A screaming, whingeing body throw down, tantrum throwing, thrashing, toy throwing meanie. And it is no fun at all.

For anyone concerned.

I don’t cope very well with things I can’t control. I mean, I’m SO much better than I was before I had Bubba, but I’m still not all the way there. Or even half way really.

So standing beside a small person who is thrashing about on the floor screaming mumma at the top of her lungs in the middle of the shopping mall isn’t high on my list of places I really want to be. Particularly when I reach down to pick her up and all she can do is kick and hit out and yell no!!

Ending up in a Mexican stand-off over changing a nappy before or after breakfast on a kindy morning when I have a work meeting at 8am and she has breakfast when she gets to kindy? Also not so high on the list.

Or is making something for dinner {pink spaghetti with pink sauce … you’d be amazed how many vegetables I can puree into a pink sauce, and 2 drops of food colouring in the water will turn your spaghetti pink} only to have it picked at and told I don’t like it and I want yoghurt.

Or an epic battle to get into bed. From my child who has always been so good at her bedtime routine. Or the vociferous swing from angel to not to so much in the blink of an eye, for reason unknown. Or any number of other little issues I won’t bore you with.

The trouble is, they don’t seem like little issues at the time. They seem monstrous. And they are wearing me down. My nerves are frayed and my fuse is shorter. I don’t want to be that mumma: the screaming banshee woman, but some of this past week’s moments would test a saint. And a saint I ain’t!

I’m on Struggle Street. It’s been a tough few days at the mumma office.

struggle street - a tough few days at the mumma office

8 Comments Add yours

  1. Bumpy road….. 😦 Happily, these spells are usually short-lived. Hang in there.

  2. Bassa's Blog says:

    😦 Sorry to hear that Bubba (and you) are having a difficult time. I’m sure you have done lots of reading but I saw this description of tantrums that also has some tips about how to help a child avoid them: xoxoxo

  3. theloverlist says:

    I can’t imagine how you must be feeling. Call on your mum and sister or aunts and uncles if you need too – I’m sure everyone would love to mind Poppy so you can have a break and a breather. Thinking of you hun xx

  4. tric says:

    I can only imagine how intense single parenting can be. You cannot be perfect. You are doing your best and sometimes we have to be human. Hang in there and enjoy the good times when they appear, even for a moment.

  5. Goodness MJ. I think that’s why I’ve always wondered why people feel so driven to have children. For all the love – on and off – for the next 45 years is it worth it? Of course it is! You are a fabulous mom. .. So give yourself as many breaks as possible. And remember you’ve got fur babies to gain peace and love from when it gets too much. Their love doesn’t include tantrums. Love, love. GG

    1. GG I just thank DOG she’s generally such a lovely, well mannered, happy little Love Bug! And you’re right re the fuzzy love – I’ve been soaking up lots of it. They’re such good natural therapy. xx

  6. dogdaz says:

    I remember those nights when I was so tired all I wanted her to do was just go to sleep so I could crash but oh no, that is the night she would have crazy times. I would end up lying down with her and falling asleep in her bed while she read me the story (from memory). This too shall pass. Be gentle with yourself, especially on those wild work weeks.

    1. I’ve almost fallen asleep before she has every other night! Thankfully we’ve had a few good nights in a row, and from everyone I talk to I’ve gotten off very lightly, so I’m trying to concentrate on that when things aren’t quite going ‘to plan’!

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