Threats, lies and bribery: parenting a threenager

I never wanted to be ‘that’ parent. The one who yells. The one who loses her temper. The one who hisses “Shut up! Shut up!” in the middle of the night. The one who gets so frustrated she needs to scream into a pillow to release some of the tension.

But it’s happening. It’s happened. The threenager is winning.

The threenager is displeased with something

She is manipulative. She is stubborn.

She is doing my head in…

I know she doesn’t really understand what she’s doing. I know she’s testing boundaries, and learning where the line is. And yes, I know she’s just being three. But for FFS she is hard work!

Flying with an 18 month old AKA the Flight from Hell

The one and only cute moment of our journey

So I don’t know if I jinxed myself by being so worried about flying with my toddlers, or if it was just always destined to be an horrendous experience. As it turns out, I was completely justified in my pre-flight concern because the entire journey was a freaking NIGHTMARE!

The Secret Diary of an Australian Threenager

Dear Diary

Little Miss a.k.a the Boss

The Mother has been looking far too confident and relaxed lately, I need to do something to remind her who’s actually in charge around here. No more Little Miss Nice. It’s time to take her down a peg or two.

I’ve got my battle plan all worked out…

Phase 1 of my attack is Rude Awakening, which will see me wake up really early (I find around 5:45am is best for maximum parental torture) and really grumpy, and refuse to do anything she asks me to do.

Get dressed? Nope. Eat breakfast? No way Jose. Drink some milk? I don’t think so woman, not in that colour cup anyway. Don’t you know I want the red one?? No, not THAT red one! The other red one! The one that I lost at the park last week! Jeez! (Insert massive eye roll).