Being a parent is hard. Every stage is challenging in its own way. Personally, I like the newborn phase the least, while others swear that’s the best and more adorable. To each his own, I guess, but I am happy to be past that. Currently, we are in the threes, and I like them but they are challenging in their own ways. I haven’t noticed anything particularly terrible about twos or threes that hasn’t happened in any other age, but my little jerk gets much better at being devious.
Let’s be honest – I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again – kids are assholes. Sure, I love my son with all of my being, but sometimes I just want to tell him just how much of an asshole he is being. He can be so perfectly amazing and smart in one minute, and the next he is a terrorist. I joke that with Harry it is often a hostage negotiation. When he doesn’t want to do something, he doesn’t outright say no. Often he manipulates and leads you in a direction where suddenly you’re where he wanted to be and you have no idea how you got there.
All kids are jerks at times. It doesn’t make you less of a mom if once in a while you feel the need to punch something (hence why I started kickboxing). If you wear the Mommy hat too long and don’t exchange it for the wife hat, or better yet, one with your own name, you are bound to explode now and then. I try to balance everything as best I can, but life’s not perfect. When the going gets tough, I just look for the humor in it. I’ll take pictures like this and save them for pay back one day. 🙂