Back when I was convinced that I was going to be the parent of only one child, it was easy to look back upon the toddler years with a certain wistfulness.
Yeah, now that I’ve got another one, I promise I will never look back on the following with any sort of longing whatsoever:
-The screaming meltdowns. Not that there aren’t tantrums later on, but at least they aren’t 100% screaming.
-Which leads to the next one, the lack of clear communication. Because pointing and grunts ain’t cutting it.
-The whole “learn to feed yourself” ordeal and the ensuing havoc wreaked upon my walls and floors.
-Napping. Not that I dislike napping per se, but it tends to break up the day into inconvenient chunks, especially with an older sibling in the mix.
-The whole process leading up to the napping, which is anything but restful.
–Teething. My God, the teething. The sleeping hours I have lost, with the youngest being the largest offender, have no doubt shaved years off my life.