Toddlers Are Assholes... And I wouldn't Change It For The World!!
When I hear couples are expecting, my initial reaction is to congratulate them - what wonderful news! They are bringing the miracle of life into their own little world. What a magical experience. My happiness and joy for them soon vanishes, and a smugness fills my heart. For after the newborn phase, the crying, the night feeds, the shitty nappies, the weaning, the crawling... they will start to see light at the end of the tunnel. Then, overnight, something happens to their little cherub. The gorgeous little smiling bundle of joy will be replaced by a screaming, bad tempered, irrational pint sized sleep terrorist that doesn't know what it wants, but it knows that it wants it now. Now I've raised three toddlers. Not easy. The first one, I still had that new mum vibe about me - I'd get embarrassed when he kicked off in public (not that he did that very often), and I'd do anything to make him happy. I hardened up with child two and three; so by the time I was expe...