I cannot figure out my almost 3 year old, Henry. He’s been driving me insane for the last 3 weeks. Everything is a battle. Whining all.day.long. Calling me names, favorites include “You are stupid mommy. You not my mommy anymore.” Hitting me. Throwing things. And yes, he has received consequences for his behaviors, but apparently they are not the right ones that will get him to stop. By the end of my days, I have felt totally wiped out emotionally. I’m torn between calling Super Nanny or Jerry Springer to be on the show “My 3-year old beats me up.”
What’s crazy is that a month ago I distinctly remember sitting on the couch with him thinking that I didn’t think it’s possibly for me to love this sweet Henry anymore than I did right then. What happened to that sweet boy?







