I'll admit it. I'm not in charge of my child. I'm not sure where I went wrong, but P is definitely in charge. It seems his will is stronger than mine. He can reduce me to tears. The stubbornness is epic.
Yesterday he went until 5 pm on 1 PediaSure and flavored water. Because he only wanted chocolate milk and I won't let him live on that. Then he acquiesced and ate some crackers and a banana. He eats only a few things. He WILL NOT try new foods. How he continues to grow is beyond me. I can't force him. I despair of him ever eating like a normal person. It just seems to get worse the older he gets. Typical conversation: "Want chocolate milk." "You can have crackers or a banana or 'juice'..." "Want chocolate milk." "No, I told you what you can have." "WANT CHOCOLATE MILK." "No." "Want juice."
He refuses baths a lot. This is a kid who normally loves baths and swimming and water. But god forbid he be clean. Sometimes I just can't deal with the battle, so he just gets dirty. Last night I sucked it up, dealt with the screaming, writhing mess of my near-preschooler, and got him in the bath. It was horrid. Most times I just don't have the energy. He wins. I surrender. At least in the summer he was in the pool everyday so I could pretend he was clean.
Sleep. He wakes up every night. Many nights he crawls on the couch with Hubby (who sleeps there because it makes his back hurt less), but often he decides it's party time at some godawful hour. And throws a tantrum if you don't give in to his want for the phone or the tablet or whatever. Last night he was pulling toys out and generally making a racket and a mess. At like 1 am. Hubby usually deals with him, but those nights we are all affected. I swear he has insomnia.
The TV. It's his. The battle is not worth it to me most of the time. He screams, shrieks. He is horrid. And god forbid we don't give in to a whim. Hitting. He hits. Time outs? Won't stay in them. "Stop that or you get a time out. Do you want time out?" "Okay." You can see how effective this is.
I'm not sure where I lost the disciplinarian battle. I try. I really do. Maybe it's just toddler/preschooler hell. Perhaps in the next year we will see some improvement. I can hope, right? It's normal for them to be evil and horrid at this age, right? I've heard the terms Terrible Twos, Terrorist Threes, Threenager. I get them. I do.
I should note that he is also incredibly loving and has a great laugh and is such a joy a lot of the time. But I feel like he is definitely in charge and as though I have failed as a parent because my toddler is in charge. Oy. Parenthood is not easy. Rewarding, but hard as hell.