Challenging Child

I have turned into a bit of a hermit. You see, I am having trouble leaving the house. When Husband is around, we go on lots of family outings. But when he’s at work, I go into the garden with the kids. And that’s about it. There are the occasional playdates or trips to buy groceries. And my daughter and I sometimes have little outings, just the two of us. But I cannot handle proper outings with both children. I say both children, but it’s not my 6-year old daughter who gives me a hard time. It is my son. My dear, darling, terror of a two-year old.


I have written about Dubz before. But he has somehow gotten more ‘energetic’ in the past two months. In the house, he storms around, destroying the house. He upends baskets, rips books and climbs furniture. In the garden, he smashes pots, digs up plants and bashes the BBQ with a plastic golf club. My Twitter and Facebook feed are full of mums taking two, three, four children out for fun summer days out. I stayed home all day with the kids on Wednesday and Thursday this week, bar one quick trip to buy ingredients to make ice cream.

I am tired of feeling afraid and nervous of leaving the house with my son. I am tired of feeling like my back has to be strong enough to carry him into the car, kicking and screaming, when he does not want to come home (this has happened many times). I won’t even go to the park or playground because I cannot control Dubz in public. And I get so embarrassed when he kicks off when he doesn’t get his way.

So, what do I do? Do I wait until I can negotiate/control Dubz? Or do I bite the bullet and go on lots of outings so that he can get used to going out, and so that he can learn when to stop acting dangerously and when to go home with me?


What’s the Story in the Shower

These are my two children, Moozles and Dubz. We’re getting our first-floor bathroom renovated next week so yesterday we went to the bathstore to pick out a new suite and towel rail. Husband and I were nervous about the trip, but neither of us wanted to miss out on shopping for our bathroom (which is a bit sad, when typed out). 

Moozles, who will be six in a few weeks, in normally fine though there is the occasional bout of moaning when running errands. But Dubz, who turns two in May, is always a handful. And I mean ALWAYS. Since he started walking at 12 months, he has transformed into a Tasmanian Devil. He goes around, quickly, in a whirlwind of destruction. But, it turns out, the bath store is a small person’s paradise despite the lack of ice cream. The kids ran around and laughed and played for an entire hour. No grumps, and nothing broken. Apparently playing in showers and bathtubs is akin to going to the soft play. Moozles repeatedly told me how much fun she was having. I think we’ve found our new standby rainy day weekend activity. 😉