I have been a terrible mother recently. For some reason, I have become more impatient and ill-tempered. I am tired of seeing the same mistake again and again and would lash out to my beloved ones. I want to stick to the principles of gentleness, patience and devotion but it seems that I am drifting away from them. How come? Why am I behaving like this? Is there a deep lying medical issue or is it just me...being fed up with staying at home in a lock down routine for almost two years?
Perhaps I'm deeply unsatisfied with myself, and my not-so-promising future and my no-where-to-be-found career. Perhaps I'm envious of other moms who seem to have everything under control and who seem to tackle everyday life and its ups and downs patiently and graciously. No matter what, I have got to stop behaving more childish than my own toddler and start carrying out my most important duty as a mother.
DD is doing great. Yesterday he spoke in two sentences with connection words, such as "papa and mama sleep on a bed, but then they wake up." I feel like I can't keep up with him soon. and I need to improve my vocabulary if I want to teach him more than he already knows.
He hasn't grown much physically. He is about 83-84 cm and still very thin. Potty training is going well. But he sometimes doesn't tell us before he pees in his pants. He loves to play with other children. He remembers NianNian and Futa and regularly mentions their names. I feel a bit sad that he doesn't have anyone else to play with except me everyday. And I don't want to bother other moms too often...for some reason, no one wants to hang out together everyday.
Funny conversations:
Me: do you want to go to museum or playground?
DD: museum museum *excited*
Me: but we just missed the bus. Can we go to a playground instead?
DD: how about a different bus?
Me: we would have to wait another 20 minutes for the next bus.
DD: then how about a different museum?
Me: someone needs a diaper change
DD: put pants on, it's okay
D did something naughty and had to stand in the time-out corner.
DD: poor baby...poor baby....
In the morning, he loves to cuddle papa. In the evening, he cries for mama when he goes to bed.
He wants to ride his kick scooter, but he is too small. He sulks for a while when he doesn't get what he wants.
