The kids are seriously stressed. Hence they’ve been trying to murder one another, break the sound barrier and commit suicide by parent. Unfortunately it’s mostly the three year old instigating it all.
We’ve tried to be extra understanding, I can’t imagine how hard this will be for them. They have no real concept of time so saying “daddy is going away tomorrow” doesn’t really mean much.
I’m not sure if Emily is going through some sort of developmental stage, or she just can’t deal with the stress. Is she even stressed? What I do know is that she is screeching, fighting with her sister, hitting, biting, being destructive and purposefully defiant. She actually slapped Glen across the face today because I wouldn’t let her overturn a display at the video store.
She’s not going to bed on time, she spends HOURS running out of her room, begging for water, needing to pee, playing games which causes us to put the child gate up across her doorway to keep her in her room. I actually removed the lamps from her room as she will turn them on to play, with them off, she goes to sleep faster.
I’m sure it’s stress. She can’t communicate her own feelings right now. She needs to get back on a schedule. The unfortunate thing is that she’ll be in a schedule for two weeks before we leave for an Alberta winter wonderland get-away. Tell me again why I’d want to leave +15 degree weather for the -21 temps out west???
One person I can’t wait to visit, is a good friend of mine, her name is Patty. She and Morgan developed quite the connection when she came to visit over the summer.
One thing I am very sure about is my belief in the village approach when it comes to raising kids. I’m not one of those parents who gets all twisted in knots about my kids developing special bonds with adults in their life. They *need* to have positive adult role models in their lives, so when I see it developing, I encourage it.
Glen will be gone in less than 24 hours.
It’s hard to accept. To know that I’ll be completely on my own for the next almost 7 months. No one to turn to, no one to talk to, no one there to help if the car breaks down…or if the shed caves in.
It’s kinda scary.
There are resources available to me, I can ask for help if I need it, but there is an obstinate part of me that won’t consider it.
Sounds like stress. I’m constantly giving Ros the words for her feelings since she’ll growl and throw things at me. I’m looking forward to her behavior especially next week…poor girls, I don’t know if understanding “7 months” would be easier or not..
And I wish I was closer so I could be of more help to you. I really do.