I want to know who started this lie.
You know the one about twos being terrible? That little statement "terrible twos" had me believing that when Evie hit the oh so magical age of three that toddlerhood would be a little easier. Granted, she was a pretty good two year old so it wouldn't have been much of a difference. But still. I'm annoyed that I was lied to.
Because threes? Are waaaaay more terrible than twos.
I'm a little curious if that sweet gray-eyed little angel I used to claim relation to will ever return. Because right now, in her place, is a red horned little devil child with an attitude the size of an elephant and a temper the size of well....mine.
Don't get me wrong. She's still pretty amazing. The little moments when she whispers "I love you Mommy" or asks me to sing her a lullaby just one more time always catch at my heart, and do a great job of erasing all those not-so-great moments of the day away. Those not-so-great moments that make me want to scream and pull my hair out and pretty much run away from it all.
I wish someone would have told me this is all. I wasn't prepared. And it was basically like someone flipped a switch. She turned three and then BAM! Instant chaos.
Most of the time I feel like I know what to do as a parent. Right now isn't one of those times.
When it comes to my child, I have the patience of a saint. Most of the time. Right now? Not so much. Someone please send some my way. And while you're at it? Please punch the person who coined the phrase "terrible twos".