Mummy I hate you!

 You gave birth to this little angel, you held them in your arms, and you believed them to be truly perfect. Then they learnt to talk

My little boy, born in August 06 (currently two and half) looks the spitting image of his father (which one kind old  biddy said, at least we know he's the dad!). He worships the ground daddy walks on. And only recently he has decided, that im not too bad either.

Little-un hit the terrible two's, from about his first birthday. It started with the hitting, then we progressed to the punching, and my favourite, headbutting. Now you may think, come on, a toddler causing that much pain? well forward your address and i'll be round with him, to see what you think!

This carried on, till about a month ago. I must admit i was at breaking point, telling anyone who asked 'how is the angel' that he was in fact, the spawn of satan, and i regularly had to file his horns so no one could tell.

We had a good few months of the no mummy stage. My son would scream if he had to come near me, refused a bedtime story, shouting "NO MUMMY". Every night the same thing ( I expected social services to knock any day with a complaint from the neighbor!

Daddy this daddy that.  *fume*

It wasn't somuch infuriating, as utterly heartbreaking. How could something you merely want to hug, that you gave birth to and look after day in day out , hate you so much?!?!

Simple, he didn't.

I went to look on various blogs and forums, to see if i wasn't alone. 

After trawling the web, several tissues turned to sodden shreds, countless posts saying that people had toddler trouble, but none saying it was trouble for the one that was always at home!!!

"My daughter rejects her dad when he comes home from work"  Now, though this sounded like a dream to me, it made me feel more alone!

Eventually tho, when I stopped looking for the worst, I found them *sterotyped heavenly music* finally!!! Other parents suffering the same.

The solution?

Well I figured there were many reasons.  It wouldnt matter who you were with, if you spent the whole of your day looking at the same face you would get bored after a while! Especially one make-up free, baked bean covered dirty mess of a face I usually have by mid morning.

The key to getting him to want to spend time with me again? Nope, it wasn't to leave him alone. It was , for me, to try to join in with the daddy time.

Instead of getting infuriated, throwing 'In the night garden bedtime stories' at daddy and sulking off, I got even more involved. Starting slow of course. Mummy and daddy reading the sotry together. The next night, alternate lines. The next night oooOOOoo a whole page to myself without screaming!!

We built it up! and that's the key i think. 

So I guess, this whole longggggg (sorry bout that!) rant filled whine fest, is here, a) because its cheaper than therapy, and b) incase any other mum is out there, desperately searching for someone else as screamed at as she is!!