My husband left last week. He’s gone til June. Three weeks. THREE! This is the longest I’ve been on my own with two kids. No family visitors to help. Just me, a near three-year old and a four-month old.
And I’ll admit. It has not been off to a good start.
My near three-year old, going on sixteen-year old, has been majorly challenging since daddy left. She is smart. Too smart. And she knows how to push my buttons. All of them. And she’s been doing just that. Not to mention, acting out, throwing tantrums over the most insignificant things, whining, complaining about everything and procrastinating doing anything that is a “must do” (think brush teeth, get dressed, go potty).
It’s a vicious cycle. She does all these things that make me frustrated. I’m tired because our nights aren’t great. She pushes the boundaries and whines and acts out. And then I lose it. And she wins.
I’m working on setting up a more regimented schedule for her. She used to be in daycare and I think she misses the structure that type of setting brings. So I am mapping out our day from the time she wakes up to the time she goes to bed. Planning everything in between in the hopes that with a predictable routine, she’ll start acting better. And, in turn be nicer to me so that I don’t feel like I want to scream all the time.
I’m not sure if it’s the schedule, a phase, the “getting close to three” age conundrum, or what. But I sure don’t love how she “turns it on” the minute daddy boards a plane!
So I guess I’m writing this post to ask for any advice or encouragement you fellow Road Widows can offer. I’m at the end of my rope! And the sad thing is … we’re only four days into this run …