If Traffic Had A Face I Would Punch It

When shit gets real you need to talk about it!

In what crazy bizarro world did I think choosing a hobby that involved sitting down to organize my thoughts without interruption would be a good idea? Sitting down? Organization? Who are you? It’s like I don’t even know you anymore. These two words are but a small memory now, no longer in a mom’s vocabulary. I think they made their exit the same time as that gross pile of afterbirth.

The days when you were allowed to sit down and actually enjoy any type of social activity without interruption are behind you. At least for the first chunk of your life with child. I seriously can’t remember the last quality conversation I’ve been able to have with anyone, and I really miss feeling like a human. The first few years of your child’s life sort of turn you into a zombie. New moms and dads could be cast as the extra’s on AMC’s The Walking Dead because they wouldn’t even need to fake it.

Although I may be physically present when we visit our family and friends, it is a real physical strain for me to give anyone more than 50% of my attention at any given time because the demands of a toddler are much too intense. I can no longer look people in the eye when they are speaking to me because the moment you take your eyes of your kid will be exactly the moment they dive into a pool, escape the front door, fall down the stairs, or get into some other kind of trouble that you could have otherwise avoided.

There are days you will wish to be the circus side-show who could actually grow that second set of eyes in the back of your head. You know, the ones your mom always threatened to have? I would welcome extra eyes and all the creepiness they offer. Growing eyes in the back of your head is a skill that every parent should be able to tap in to. There are, of course, also days when running away with the circus doesn’t sound like a bad idea either.

Babies are easy to take out in public settings in the beginning. They sleep more, they don’t walk yet, and most importantly…they don’t speak. Because of this, you are fooled into believing you have the most well-behaved kid on the planet and your kid can handle any social situation without embarrassing you. Then something happens. They…turn…two. My god it is a real thing. Your kid has a 2nd birthday and that very day they go through some crazy metamorphosis. Their body goes through a change (like menopause for babies) that leads them to believe the world and everything in it revolves around them. At any given time you may find yourself looking at them, fearing their head will start spinning simply because they did not get their way. You must accept the fact that you now live with a small human who suffers a dissociative identity disorder of sorts and it is now their will to set forth and complicate anything that used to be enjoyable to you.

Do you enjoy napping on a breezy fall day? Do you enjoy going to social gatherings and actually socializing? Do you enjoy eating dinner in a nice restaurant as a family unit without a member of your party yelling “I have a big poop!”? Do you like being able to actually sit down and chew food? Do you enjoy car rides that don’t involve outbursts from the back seat loud and long enough to make you visualize driving your car through a tree? And seriously, if you enjoy sitting down longer than five minutes you may reconsider procreation altogether.

We don’t really do the family dinner at a restaurant thing much these days because it is always a risk.  Three bites into my meal tonight and we made our not so graceful exit after my daughter thought it would be funny to announce loudly that she has a big poop. She was totally lying, but she kept repeating it over and over. Louder and louder. I am somewhat impressed that she was crafty enough to fabricate such a detailed plan to get us to leave.

This holiday weekend has me realizing it’s going to be a very long time before I’m allowed to do things at my own pace, on my own schedule, and when I please. It’s been a weekend full of emotional outbursts, temper tantrums & public humiliation by a 2-year-old who is trying to find her place in the world. The mental brilliance of a 2-year-old is strangely calculated and I think I should consider seeking shelter from her storm, possibly under a rock until she reaches age 3.

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temper tantrum if traffic had a face i would punch it


18 thoughts on “The Terrible Two’s Are Real? You Don’t Say…

  1. Kerry says:

    I hate to be the one to break it to ya, but in my experience, three was worse…


    1. Well that is just fantastic! I will continue hiding then 😜


  2. I’m hesitant to tell you this…but, age 3 was worse than 2 in my experience! On top of everything else, they become little lawyers, trying to argue everything!! 🙂


    1. So far 2 has been exhausting, I don’t want to know what 3 evolves to! I’m scared now…lol


      1. Renee says:

        I wanted to tell you I truely love reading your true life posts they make me laugh,cry,and remember when. Thanks Erin. You should think about writing books. Hope things gets easier for you and when I had days like yours I would convince myself that “This to shall pass”

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      2. Renee, thank you so much for reading and for saying that! Makes me happy to hear when people actually like (and read) what I am putting out there. Who knows where I’ll end up taking this in the future, for now it is a hobby that is helping me keep my sanity, sort of like a support group of sorts…and I am ok with that, as long as people like you continue to enjoy it too 😉


  3. kmyjean2000 says:

    And just when you think you have 2 down, add another child into the mix and shit REALLY gets real!

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    1. Oh god I can’t even imagine the exhaustion! I feel silly even complaining about ONE. Sounds like I should wait until she is ten before even considering another! 😉


  4. Anonymous says:

    35 is a really great age for a daughter

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Seriously, I can’t wait until we’re past all this nonsense and we can sit down together and have adult conversations! 😉


  5. Jess says:

    HAHAHA. I give the kid props on her creativity with the big poop in the restaurant thing. Sounds like my life.

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    1. Right? All I could think of was your kid talking about the hula hoop! I was like, maybe she’s not saying “poop”…but she totally was…and Tim and I could not hold back our laughter and she saw us giggling and of course that made her say it louder and louder! It was so embarrassing…more embarrassing than her picking her nose in public!


  6. Oh my gosh I laughed the whole time. you’re describing my life…and all lives of moms of toddlers I suppose. they are the strangest little personality disordered, bipolar beings ever…but I love it still! Maybe that makes me the crazy one!?? Don’t get me wrong….I don’t LOVE all the details, but I love the big beautiful picture of it all! Its a never ending blast huh!? Lol, this was a great post!!! So true and so funny!

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    1. Thanks! I think we are all a little crazy…just a little. That’s what makes it fun 😉


      1. I totally agree!!! How boring would life be of we were all just sane!? Super lame! Haha


  7. Your daughter is just adorable and very clever! I wonder what she will come up with at age 3. Terrible 2’s i like to call it terrible 1-5 and counting. Love reading your blog!

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    1. Thank you so much, she is a cutie isn’t she? but way too clever! My gray hair is growing thicker as I read this.


  8. Oh dear….so it gets worse?! Lol my son just turned 2…so time will tell what I’m really in for!


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