My kid is probably perfectly normal but he is making me crazy. As if being stuck in this freaking house is not enough of a recipe for insanity.
Here is a snapshot of my days:
Kiddo, get down off the table! Don't suck on the windows. Please stop hitting the cat. Don't throw your toys at me please, its not polite. No boobie right now, no boobie right now, no boobie right now, no boobie right now! Are you hungry? Again? Please don't throw the potty across the room. Bring your potty back here please. Please don't bang on the windows. Please put that back. Please put that back. Put that back. Put it back! I'll read you a book in a moment after I drink my coffee. Eeek watch the coffee kid! Crap.
Yes that is your train. Yes that is the cat. No you can't have chocolate. Oooh look a truck! Another truck. Yup another truck. Another freaking truck. Yeesh...what a shock, a freaking truck. Truck....uuugggg.... No boobie right now...don't hit me please. Please don't climb me...hand out of my shirt please.
I am increasingly feeling totally fragmented, like my brain is being torn in pieces by trying to keep track of my 20mo old and do...anything...at the same time. To the point where my eyes are almost constantly twitching and I sometimes have to pause and think about breathing, because it feels like I can't. He never lets up. And if I try to do anything like make a very needed cup of coffee or start dinner then he howls and shrieks and trys to climb up my legs. Over and over...
Its getting to the point where I can't even stand to be touched. And then of course DH comes home and talks about how we never have sex anymore. And I'm like .
Being a parent sucks.