Baby Girl really seems to be adjusting well to the packing and moving. Or should I say she “seemed” to be. I am a firm believer that the threes are harder than the “terrible twos”, but she’s been a little bit worse lately. She whines more. She’s not sleeping well. She isn’t sharing quite as well with Buddy, and she seems to want more alone time.
I’m torn. I know there’s a lot going on. I know it’s hard to take it. I’m struggling and I’m almost 30! She’s 3! Every once in awhile she tells me why she doesn’t want to go to “hexas”. We constantly remind her of the positives, but I know it’s hard, even with a big list of exciting new things.
She’s also been clinging to Dada lately. I think she realizes that he’s leaving soon and we won’t be together. It’s breaking my heart. I hate what we’re putting her through! I just want to take her to swim lessons, the park, anywhere to make things “normal” again. But the truth is, things won’t be normal for awhile…quite awhile.
So, I’m struggling here. I understand her sadness and confusion. Where is the balance between understanding and expecting good behavior? We’re all tired. We all need extra patience; unfortunately, those things don’t usually go hand in hand.
Any ideas? How can I make this as smooth as possible? Help!!!