I’m not sure the correct term I should use for this post. “Difficult” sounds rude, “High-Needs” sounds prissy. “Grumpy, Clingy, screaming, Attention-mongers” doesn’t fit on a business card.
I’m sure if you’ve hung around these parts much, you’ve deduced that I feel my kids fit in the aforementioned categories. I love them to pieces, but they are not the easy-going tots that pregnant women hope for.
At least, I think they aren’t. But then again, there’s always the possibility that it’s me, and not them.
What if my life is a self-fulfilling prophecy? What if I, in my cranky sarcastic manner, have pushed my children into being clingy, whiny, wretched sleepers? That is currently what is keeping me up at night.
And I’m not sure how to figure out the true roots of this situation. I guess I’ll just have to wait until Kid 3 makes an appearance in the family (which may take 10 years in order for me to retain a small portion of sanity). If Numero 3, falls into the descriptions above then I think that will be my proof . . . and a sign that I need to close the fertility gates and try to salvage what I’ve done to the ones I’ve got.