I'm doing it
Mr Splog has gone back to work and I am in sole charge of TWO WHOLE CHILDREN. If we're all still in three pieces at 4.00 Friday afternoon that counts as a win.
Sprog got the memo advising what is expected of her now that she's two, and she decided to get the ball rolling with a full-on, bells and whistles, screaming, sobbing, gulping, choking, raging tantrum at Tesco this morning. It was impressive stuff. She kept it up for nearly 15 minutes.
I imagine being two must be a bit like PMT - rock hard rage alternating with pitiful dispair with no real reason for either. And at two you don't even have the ability to articulate how you feel. Or the ability to think sod it, and open a bottle of gin wine.
I remained calm, serene even, even when her flailing and howling woke her brother who joined in the chorus. I'd not really heard Sherby cry before. I can already see big differences between them. Sprog was born howling wih fury at the indignity of it all, and has been trying to organise the world to her liking ever since. Sherbert seems altogether more laid back about everything. Perhaps he's just casing the joint and planning his move?
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ahem. If I have another one, maybe that one would be the laid back one. Or perhaps if I had a girl, my hooligans would seem like puppy dogs.
I do remember that Seth was fantastically pliable until I got to grips with TWO and one of them being two. I think new additions can be very considerate!
My nephew only really got frustrated when he wanted mummy's attention and she was busy breastfeeding. He's got worse as he moved more towards 3, but now it's because going to the loo interrupts his playtime, so he's not really taken to potty training!
I think everyone's different. I'm wondering how my sister will cope with 3, although that said, Evie is the sunniest little girl. I've only seen her cry once, and even then she was trying to smile at the same time - it was the most bizarre thing I've ever seen!!!