I thought for sure I had another ten years or so before the "I hate yous" and the "I don't love yous" started. I mean isn't that classic teenager behavior? OK I'll even go so far to say as the tween years. But at two?
Last Thursday, I got my first "I don't love you Mommy". OUCH!
The offense - leaving Drew to lay by himself in his room at night. You know the parenting technique of tucking your child in, and then going about your evening? Apparently that's a big no-no in Drew's book.
A few days go by and bedtimes go fairly smoothly, and then wham on Monday night while Dave's at Softball I get it again: "I don't love you Mommy".
I tried to reason with my toddler (that's an oxymoron if I ever heard one - reasoning with a toddler...) that it's not nice to say you don't love Mommy, that it hurts Mommy's feelings. I asked him how he would feel if I said "I don't love Drew". I asked if he liked that - and of course he said "no". Then proceeded to say again, "I don't love you Mommy".
That's when I gave up and said "Ok, good night."
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"That's when I gave up and said Good Nite..."
ReplyDeleteYep. That's pretty much all you can do at that point, lol!