Things aren't so picture perfect over here...


I’ve been pretty radio silent in terms of my personal blog posts. 

One of my followers told me that my life looks sooo exciting because I’m always taking my son to new and exciting places and it sunk in that the way my life is portrayed on Instagram couldn’t be farther from the truth. Yes, I do take my son on a lot of outings but it isn’t because I have endless funds and I’m trying to show off..


It’s because the bleak reality is if I don’t then we’ll be stuck at home all day binge watching CBeebies bored shitless. Plus nobody else will. On top of that my son is so much more easier to handle when we’re out and about.

Up until not too long ago my son was a saint. He eat well, slept even better, was a super-fast learner and above all of those was so well behaved that he could have been a poster boy for the perfect child. Sure, he had his little wobbles but they were so minor. You’re probably ready to click the close button on this tab and I wouldn’t blame you but to be honest I deserved those few lines of bragging because that’s about as much of it I think I’m going to be doing for a while because MY SON HAS TURNED INTO A LITTLE SHIT!

You’re probably thinking he can’t be that bad? – WELL HE IS! His terrible twos have kicked in and they don’t look like they’re disappearing any time soon!! He screams, kicks slaps and hurls stuff across the room with so much force that if you’re on the receiving end and don’t dive out of the way in tome you’re screwed..

He tantrums because he wants his toys …

He tantrums because he doesn’t want his toys…

He tantrums because he wants to sleep, just not right now…

He tantrums because he doesn’t want to sleep…

Because he’s hungry…

Because he’s not hungry…

Because he’s hungry but he doesn’t want to eat…

You get the point.

Everyday it seems I’m faced with tantrum after tantrum like a never ending cycle and being a single mother I have to deal with them by myself. It’s hard, its draining and at times soul destroying to say the least, so I go out because if his mind is on what’s going on around him hopefully he wont feel the need to tantrum.

Sometimes it backfires, like the time he dropped his ice cream because he wouldn’t listen to me and kept flinging it from side to side and tantrumed all the way home. Through the park.. At the bus stop.. On the bus.. Walking to the house. Then he stopped as soon as we got to the front door and was all smiles in front of the family. As if butter wouldn’t melt. You’re probably thinking why didn’t you just buy another ice cream for him? Because I warned him it’d drop if he didn’t stop messing about. If you don’t hear you must feel. Translation: You didn’t wanna listen so you’ve learned the hard way.

On a brighter note because we’re going out so much and my son is around other children a lot more he’s coming out of his shell. I don’t have to tell him to go and make friends he’s starting to do it instinctively. He even uses phrases like “Hello, lets play” and “What’s your name?”

So there it is. No Insta-filters. No painting the perfect picture. Just the truth   about what I’m really dealing with at the moment. If any of you have tips about how you deal with the terrible twos feel free to message me!

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