I knew it was coming. There were little signs, a bit of cheekiness here and there, a bit of sly pushing and snatching, but now we have full blown arguments, crying and shouting most of the day. S and Z are pretty much polar opposites personality wise so I suppose it was only a matter of time before they clashed. She stands on his carefully put together puzzles, pushes over his Duplo towers and breaks his lego. All of that would be fine, just part of the deal, but what is slowing driving me crazy is this:
‘Mummmmmmmmy, Mummmmy, S says I don’t like weetabix, BUT I DO‘
‘Mummmmmmyyy, Z says I’m not going to nursery but I am’
It might not look much written down, but there were actual tears, screams, shouts and wails. Enough to make me want to grab baby H run away and hide in a corner till they stopped.
Theres constant competition, tale telling and general wingeing, and its kind of wearing us down.
I always knew an 18 month age gap would be tricky, but somehow we got through sleep deprived early days, the days of breastfeeding whilst reading an 18 month old the same story 10 times over and it didn’t seem so bad, but this new stage is pushing me over the edge. I sometimes feel like we can’t do anything easily, even the nicest activity turns into a battle over something, and then theres baby H in the background, buzzing around on her car or drawing on herself when I turn my back.
Having said all that, every now and then there are 10 minutes of calm, time when they play nicely. When one is a pirate and one a fairy and they work together to get the monsters. When they sing ‘Whats going to work, teamwork’ as they tidy up, or when just running around becomes the best thing in the world.
I give you tonights little gem taken just before bed. Excuse the mess. It does make it all worth it.