I keep thinking that parenting will get easier once the next thing happens – once they’re crawling, once they’re walking, once they’re out of diapers, once they’re in school, blah blah blah – and to some extent this is true.
It DOES get easier to fly on an airplane to grandma’s house when no one needs a car seat and everyone schleps their own stuff.
But parenting also gets harder.
The sassing is more sassy, the doors are slammed harder, and the testing is more… testy.
I have the same conversation over and over (and over and over) again with a certain strong willed child who shall remain nameless: when you do THAT, the natural consequence is THIS, so to avoid THIS you should try not doing THAT.
Just once. Please? Humor me. Just try it on to see how it fits. Who knows? You might like it.
I think the fatal error I keep making in my head is that I want this to be EASY. I don’t want to get off the couch, I don’t want to have this conversation right now, I don’t want to be inconvenienced.
In other words, I don’t want parenting to disrupt my life.