Our 4.5 year old does this too.
Right now there’s a lot of screaming “Stop telling me things!!! JUST STOP TALKING!!!” if I’m explaining to him why he can’t keep doing things that his sister is saying “nononononono” to, or why he can’t have root beer with breakfast, etc.
I’m like, Kid, not letting me talk doesn’t help you AT ALL. You still can’t have whatever you’re crying about.
He wants to nap on Dada. He really, really wants to nap on Dada.
I was amused during the whole read, but this one killed me. But of course.
Today we have had numerous “I am crying because I am awake” moments.
Mom rearranged a couple things while I napped 
Eta full disclosure, it was more of a high pitched whiny “eeeehhhhh” while pointing rather than true crying.
Because no matter what I do I’m wrong and I feel like my whole life recently is me walking on eggshells.
/oh wait, that’s me and not the toddler.
Becausey MIl helped with my seizures yesterday by feeding us all eggs cooked in soy (baby allergy) oil, and I have cleaned up so much puke and still having seizures and then she decided to vaccum the floor is just hand scrubbed and give me a lecture about how she’s too old and sick to clean but has to clean because I don’t (yesterday I kindly didn’t say no when she was enthusiastic about going to Dollarama for a birthday banner and then got a lecture about how she thought as parents we’d want to do something for the baby but we didn’t so she HAD to) (also I planned a zoom call for her side and delivered 8 pieces of decorated cake to her side but we decided against decorations because of a variety of reasons that she didn’t ask)
Also anytime she pisses me off I’m racist against her culture
Also rude for asking her to stop fucking non stop talking and singing to the baby from the sofa when I’m feeding him at the table.
Also you are a good and life is hard. I hope you have a good witch therapist and do a very satisfying puzzle
Elle, I’m so sorry. I’d cry too.
I’m singing to the frozen soundtrack but I didn’t ask mum to put it on the list of things I wanted to do today. The same list that 3 minutes earlier mum suggested might not be a good idea to make because I get upset when things don’t go exactly how I get her to write it out. I cried when my mum said that too.
Because life is way too exciting at 3.5 months old and I can’t possibly sleep more than 20 minutes at a time during the day but apparently I’m really really tired and don’t know how to deal.
“Mom took something from me (the block I was trying to hit the dog with), and so I rage smashed my own forehead into the oven, and it turns out that’s really painful”
Ouch!
Practicing boundaries and testing limits at bedtime
Mum told me not to pour water on the floor to turn it into a waterslide, then she left a watering can in the bathroom. The message seemed mixed so I poured water all over the floor. The floor didn’t function as a waterslide but I wasn’t upset about that. Mum wasn’t happy. I’m upset because I don’t understand why she wasn’t happy. SHE PUT THE WATERING CAN RIGHT NEXT TO THE TAP!
Because I hid my brother’s toy. And now Mom and Dad want me to give it back to him, but I don’t know where I put it, and we can’t find it.
I’m getting a sense from this thread that parenting in the western world includes much listening to and watching Frozen.
Thank God I was saved from that and I didn’t even know that was part of the parenting deal.
I have watched parts of Frozen and I don’t even have kids.
But. Have you watched those parts 156 times, and twice already today? Haha.
I remember decades ago there was a neighborhood event here that called for people to sing the Barney theme song.
In my neighborhood of gay men and childless marrieds and singles, that was the Dividing Line between us—with children and without children. Never had it been so starkly presented.
The childless looked around at each other with puzzled faces while those with children barreled out the song, word perfect.
I’m an oversensitive and highly reactive emotional person, but I’m starting to feel a little uncomfortable that the focus of the thread is shifting from loving and laughing at our inner and outer children with a sympathetic heart to … something else?
Got it.