Thank you so much for your outpourings of support and prayers and “I’ve been there, my kid was a total beast when he was two too”s. I hesitate to mention it, but Avelyn has been mildy happier this week and I am not pulling my hair out in chunks anymore. Kids, they take you for quite the ride, don’t they?
My current pc is dying, sputtering its final breaths and I am on the market for a new computer. It’s no secret that I am dreaming of a Mac laptop, but Steve will have none of it. He’s convinced you’re paying for nothing more than the brand name, since you can get get an identical computer (as far as RAM and processing speed goes) for one third the price. I am convinced that he’s a party pooper. He needs firm, solid evidence that a Mac is worth the money. Anyone care to give it? I need all the help I can get here. Also, I take donations.
Last night we had some friends over for dinner and they brought their two children. When I look at their eldest daughter, I see Avelyn’s future. In talking with her mom, Sarah was exactly the same temperment as our girl: she had a lot of frustration, pent-up agression, tantrums and grumpiness.
But as she got older, she blossomed into a sweet girl who is kind and smart and sweet. The old adage “it gets better” might not be the urban legend I thought it was.
Perhaps, someday, it will get better. Until then, I’ll take the good with the bad and try my best not to go bat-crap crazy.