Mommahood Challenged

I wish I had something interesting to write. Instead, I'm writing to whine. You can pretty much just ignore the post, because I know it's just a stage and it's normal and that I am loved...but I just wanna get it off my chest.

Boy is just about two years old. He's smart, he's inquisitive, he's talkative and understands even more, and he is willful and stubborn. *sigh* The T. Twos have hit.

On the one hand it's Terrific Twos, because he's learning so much. We play with trucks and trains and draw pictures (the favorite right now is series of parallel lines). We read books and try on costume hats. He helps with small chores around the house (he's in charge of feeding the cats and fish as well as picking up toys). It's awesome and Beloved and I have been so encouraged, we've actually considered a second child reasonably seriously.

On the other hand, it's Terrible Twos, because anything that isn't his way is a fight. It takes a half hour to get boy dressed, either because he's picking out a shirt or because you have to wrestle him into a shirt he doesn't want. We can't get out of the house on time ever because it's a fight to get shoes on and then another fight about getting in the car. Nap and bedtimes are fights, even though I've tried to keep him on schedule. I'm relieved that we haven't filled out paperwork for insurance and assume we aren't pregnant.

I'm tired of feeling guilty for planning to go out and having the constant power-struggle exhaust my enthusiasm for the adventure out. All I want to do is to take a vacation from being a Momma. A few days to immerse myself in selfish sleep and adult activities and come home and have Boy run to me and hug me the way he does with Dada. All I want is to know that Boy loves me, too.