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What Is Going On With My Toddlers?
As I kneel down, using a kitchen towel to mop up the tile floor drenched in water from my 2 and 3-year-olds joyfully throwing their cups around—because, you know, that’s just how they roll—an overwhelming thought crosses my mind: “What is wrong with you two?” This is hardly the first time today I’ve had this thought, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. Each day, I grit my teeth to suppress the urge to vocalize my frustrations, as this mantra plays on repeat in my head. The last thing I want is for my chatty 3-year-old to march into her preschool and exclaim, “What’s wrong with you?” That would likely land me at the top of the church’s prayer list under “Parents in Need of Help.”
Honestly, what is it with toddlers?
Take, for instance, my 2-year-old who, while I strap him into his car seat, arches his back and screams as if I’m committing a heinous crime. My internal dialogue goes, “What is wrong with you?” Or the time I walked into a room only to discover a diaper-less toddler with a hand covered in poop, creating his own version of a feces masterpiece on my white wall. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head in disbelief, and yet, the phrase “What is wrong with you?” echoed in my mind.
Then there’s my 3-year-old, who calls me in a sing-song voice from the bathroom, claiming she went potty “all by herself.” But when I arrive, I find her squatting in a pool of pee beside the toilet. I squeeze my hair—no wonder some strands have started to disappear—and fight the urge to yell, “What is wrong with you?!”
I truly don’t understand these little whirlwind creatures whose daily mission seems to be wreaking havoc throughout my home. My jeans are now faded at the knees from constantly being on the ground, cleaning up mess after mess—every single day.
At first, I thought it was just my kids. Maybe their genes were somehow faulty, or perhaps all those cups of coffee during pregnancy led to this chaos. However, after spending time around other toddlers, I’ve come to realize they all share those “What the heck?” moments. They all do things that leave us scratching our heads, and some of us are bold enough to voice our confusion.
I like to think of myself as a smart woman, capable of navigating life’s challenges. I’ve managed to survive two under two, cope with postpartum depression, and still hold onto a sliver of sanity. I see myself as a seasoned mother. Yet, despite figuring out how to keep two tiny humans alive and even managing to take care of myself, I still can’t crack the code of toddler behavior. Maybe it’s one of those life enigmas that doesn’t come with a manual. Who knows? Perhaps someday a scientist will uncover the mystery I’m so eager to solve. Until then, I will continue to wonder, multiple times a day, just what is going on with toddlers?
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Summary
The article humorously explores the daily chaos and bewildering behavior of toddlers, reflecting the frustrations and challenges faced by parents. Despite feeling overwhelmed, the author recognizes that these “What is wrong with you?” moments are a universal experience among parents.