My life as a parent is under an alien attack. Full of supernatural expectations, frustrations and failures of the magnitude measurable in light years. The strangest of all being my baby behaving in ways I have never known or seen her act in, ever.
Pari’s terrible twos are at their worst. Her tantrums and outbursts are on a phenomenal rise with her refusing to comply to requests, pampering, scaring, distracting or even bribing of any sort. It’s not only a painful position to be in especially with my mum needing lot of extra care and peace of mind but a very taxing one too.
Pari’s fussy eating is also at its worst with us still sitting hundreds of miles away from home. I am tired of cooking up all possible food items I feel my baby would like to eat, just to end up cleaning up a mess with rarely a grain ever eaten.
I know I am sounding as if I have a complaint box against my baby, I actually do, because I am at total loss of support for any matter other than my mother’s illness at this hour.
Pari has been on a mass destruction spree and keeping household items out of her reach eats up all my calories. Leaving me worrying every minute of the day. Be it pieces of crockery, glassware, showpieces, toys of my nephew and niece, remotes of various gadgets, utensils in the kitchen, magazines in the stand, plants or anything else, all are under constant attack by Pari. It can be pretty frustrating trying to keep her off the belongings of a house where we are guests. All my endeavours of trying to put sense in her little mind failing every second.
This isn’t the end of my troubles. Pari has taken on a weird ‘angry toddler mode’ where she shows rage in ways I have never seen in real life. She yells nonstop, cries, kicks, pushes and sometimes even tries to resort to biting, only to be scolded and end up repeating the vicious circle again and again.
At any other time I wouldn’t have worried so much about Pari’s tantrums as I do now. The reason being, I need to leave her with other members of the family to be with my mum, but given her tantrums doing that is getting next to impossible. This is only adding to my troubled existence, with agitation on the rise. The situation is far from being resolved as each passing day is gifting me added responsibilities of being the care giver to my mum, being the single parent to a highly uncooperative child besides trying to tap the avenues of higher studies to make earning a possibility in my given circumstances.
To sum it all, I am in a total mess. Tangled and knotted to only complicate things with my every move to set free.