Welcome to the Terrorific Twos!

So with the terrorific twos on the verge in our house I have been wondering if I am really up for the job of parenting a toddler while having a newborn. While tantrums have been present in our house for a few months now, yesterday took the cake and now that I can reflect on it I think Why, what if, could I have, should I have, and how can I make this stop.

Annabelle has been very good at asserting her Independence since she started her big-girl daycare. While I love watching her do "Flipparoo" to put on her coat, and watching her put her Pajama's on all by herself, it seems this Independence comes with a price. The majority of the time I can let her go at her own pace or wear whatever she wants but being a working mom, there are 2 times a day when we cannot take 45 minutes to get out the door; On the way to Daycare and on the way home. So I guess the challenge now is figuring out how to allow her to be independent while getting out the door in a timely fashion. I will figure it out but in the meantime...

These days anything can turn from great to bad in the blink of an eye. Anna can be having the most wonderful day and I look at her wrong and she is set off into a fit of screaming and crying. Yesterday we sat on the sidewalk outside her daycare for 20 minutes while she tantrumed because she didn't want to get in to her carseat. When she finally got in the carseat, she cried all the way home and the whole time I made supper. She threw toys around the kitchen and refused anything I offered her to try and make her feel better. Seriously at that point she could have gotten anything from me. When all was said and done, I needed to get out. I had a meeting to go to and was happy to be leaving her in the patient arms of her papa. When I said goodbye, She wrapped her food covered hands around me and gave me a big kiss. I left with a big smile on my face and a pounding headache as I tried to piece together the evenings events and the confusing end result.

I have had moments I am not proud off when I have raised my voice or thought about turning back time to before being a mom. I have let these moments ruin my day while I thought about how terrible a person I am. But now I realize I am not terrible, I am human, and is it reasonable to expect me to be perfect for 6,660 days (that is how many days are left until my unborn son turns 18) while I experience the most stressful second full-time job a woman can have!

Am I ready for this? Am I ready for the unexplainable tantrums and inability to tell me what is wrong? Well, Ready or Not....

The following link is to an article about tantrums that another wonderful Mommy sent me. I found it very useful in understanding this process http://www.mothering.com/parenting/cry-connection-fresh-approach-tantrums

Is deciding to be a mom a crazy idea?

It wasn't until i was around 20 that I knew I wanted to be a mom and man was I ever itching. But with better judgement on my side, I decided to put this adventure off. I spent the early part of my twenties travelling and learning to snowboard, hanging out with friends, dating, working a party job and generally having a good time. When i was 23 I met my (now) husband and knew instantly that he was the one. But just because he was the one didn't mean kids were in the near future. We still had some living to do before we crossed that bridge.

Fast Forward 5 years to the day (literally) and we were exactly a month away from expecting our first bundle of joy. Each at the age of 28 and only newlyweds for about 4 months. (yes if you do the math, we mixed things up). Where we ready? I thought so! Did we know what to expect? Not at all! Do we regret it? Absolutely not!

So what brings me to this blog you ask? My co-worker who at the age of 28 is still 'living' and while she may be itching for the babies that all her friends seem to be having, I am thinking is the grass really greener on the other side. While I love my daughter and unborn son with every fibre of my being, I also long to move to another country for a while, go back to school, sleep in on a Saturday, be accountable to noone. So I ask, is deciding to be a mom a crazy idea? The answer is Yes but not how you may think. Its crazy like skydiving or bungee jumping, its a crazy adventure that in the end is so worth every second of the fear and pain you experience.

Welcome to the blog of a working mom of 2. You decide if this is still what you want to do!