Cas has finally turned two, or he did in June. So that means the TT’s have officially started, and I’m already tired. I keep myself going with that one day he’lol have children of his own and experience this. And also coffee, a shit ton of coffee. But that’s a part of the parenting life, as are the diapers and our current phase; hitting.
When you are a parent, you also think your kid will turn out differently from the ones who are, well, in your own opinion, rude. But when you finally have a kid and they start becoming their own person, you start working on how to make sure your kid doesn’t become that one kid you didn’t like or the twins down the street who had colic.
So Cas is going through the hitting phase of the terrible twos and honestly, it does take it’s toll on both Dines and I. We are tired more often and we can’t he bothered with people really. Which is alright, it’s a part of the journey but it’s tough. So very tough. Dines and I have of course had our marital struggles because we both wanted to be somewhere else. From hiding into our telephone or gaming beyond the healthy point. We’ve been there, and so have many others. The terrible twos are terrible for a reason, and we have all had days where we thought the kid would never STOP hitting. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t find parenting hard, I find it hard getting into a routine and sticking to it because routines suck and I’m more of a free spirit.
But Cas hits, which is fun. I’ve never had so many bruises. But they happen the funniest way and that’s something I look at positively at because that’s all I am able too. You can’t shout or give a reaction because Cas will think it’s funny and keep on going. So all I can do is try and prepare damage control. Plus it’s over soon, right?
Until next time