I'm at my wits end. Again, actually. And I know it's all my(and DH's) fault. I really do.
When DS wants something, he hits, or throws stuff, or otherwise goes nuts. He does other damaging things on accident though too. DH gets bothered when DS does things on accident (like spilling milk or water or juice when he wants to pour it, or food when he's eating). I know it's an accident, and honestly, DH has his share of spills too. I get upset when DS breaks something or spills something because he's being careless, as in, going nuts, or not paying attention to what he's doing. I know I shouldn't, but it bothers me that he thinks its fine to run around the house, and that nothing bad will happen(i.e. he wont break anything).
Right now, he's sword fighting the air with a vacuum attachment. It puts me on edge and makes me nervous(because I expect it to go flying out of his hand and into my face at any moment) but I let him play with it because he does need to play and get energy out and whatnot.
Earlier today, he somehow knocked the entire vertical blinds rod thing for our sliding glass door off the window. Most of the blinds are messed up, and I'm still upset about it. Both because most of them are broken, and because this isn't the first time that he has messed with and broken blinds. Usually, he runs into them, or pulls on them, and they fall off. I'm tired of it. Today, he was twirling around in them, and pulled them hard enough for them to fall down.
Recently, he's also been spitting. On me, DH, on things (like the table). He also throws anything and everything. He hits you whenever he feels like it. These behaviors aren't limited to when he is upset. Maybe he's bored? But he does this even when we are playing with blocks, or reading a book, or playing with other toys. I'm tired of it, but I'm at a loss as to what I can do. I feel powerless. And I think it's ridiculous, because I'm his mother, and should, therefore be respected. (and I also know that it's a ridiculous notion to just expect respect from anyone...)
And all of this just keeps feeding on itself, I'm sure. Today, it's driven me nearly to tears. I think it's worse (for me) since we've been having a diaper-free day, and I couldn't leave him alone or he would pee, because I would forget to take him to the potty, or I wouldn't notice him start to pee. Today's low point was putting a diaper on him, and I told him he was acting like a baby(sitting on the coffee table, touching the tip of his urethra, because he knew he had to pee and he thinks its cool to put his hand in the way so the pee hits it, letting a few drops out, and then a puddle), so he had to wear a diaper. It was bad. I was upset and frustrated. I'm still upset in general about how the day has gone. Mostly because I'm sure he doesn't think anything of it. I think we both need a nap, really. Our sleep schedule has been so off lately, though he does still act nuts when his sleep is regular...