My boys are 2 years & 2 weeks apart (planned, thought it was the ideal age gap at the time). Now 3 + 3 months and 14 months old, its still very hard, logistically. Such different needs, no integration.
In a moment of optimism, i thought i could do a quick trip to the shops, post a card & pick up a couple of urgent items. I avoid the shops because it always ends in tears, usually mine LOL. My little one is a mover & shaker, no time for sitting down so hates all 3 of my prams, strollers and doesn't like being in a carrier. The only option is a shopping trolley seat, and even then you have a window of maybe 10 mins and have to be moving the entire time. My toddler feeds off the little ones mood and copies whatever he does. Food is an essential distraction.
So the stormy weather had cleared, i thought i could do a quick trip. However got them in to the car and it started raining again. I gave the baby a muesli bar and promised my toddler a packet of lollies once we got to the shops (lollies in our house are small pieces of dried apricots) Arrive at the shops and find a really close space but still have to get across a road carrying the baby and holding the toddlers hand. All going okay so i think i might book a quick appointment at the hairdresser, bad idea, she's going on about colour chemistry and the baby throws up on me and my handbag. Silly me thought we could get by without the baby bag so i have no tissues, nothing! he spits several pieces of muesli bar on to me which i have to hold in my hand. At this point my toddler starts asking for the lollies, the baby is fidgeting and trying to get down, which i can't do because he only has socks on as he always takes his shoes off in the car so is not wearing any by the time we get anywhere. So leave the hairdresser and try to walk the 50 metres to the trolley bay as i can't carry the baby, my bag and the mushy bits of muesli bar because my back is killing me from a long term neck injury. But on the way i get stopped by person with a stall, and i am too polite to ignore. Listen to a brief business speil. Toddler is whinging louder about the lollies which i can't get out of the bag as my hands are full. Person must realise this as she offers to put her pamphlet in my handbag... would have really appreciated it if she could have gotten me a trolley instead as thats what i really needed. Make it to the trolley bay, every single trolley is wet except the ones with the infant seat. So i have to sit my baby inside the trolley and my toddler walks. He then gets very upset as it means he can't get the lollies as he refuses to put down his car that he brought because he doesn't want the baby to touch it, so he has no hands to carry the lollies. Things are going down hill, i realise i need to hurry. Get inside and the baby keeps banging his head on the infant seat and trying to climb out of the trolley. Tantrum from the toddler is brewing. I promise profusely he can have the lollies and muesli bar if he can just get through the next 5 mins calmly. The baby starts squealing because he wants to get out, the toddler starts copying because he wants the lollies. Then he wants to get in the trolley, screams louder when i tell him theres no room because i know having them both in is a bad idea. Everyone is looking at me. Rush through and think God has smiled down on me when i come across a normal trolley! quickly make the switch, okay its easier to push now. But my toddler is screaming loudly because he wanted to sit in the baby seat, so i put him in the trolley. Still screaming, wants the lollies. My baby (Houdini) has somehow managed to get the seat belt undone and is standing up! I am trying to re-seat him and give my toddler the lollies, who is now whinging about the stuff in the trolley being in his way. Baby is now having a melt down, doesn't want to sit, doesn't want dummy, doesn't want anything. Toddler is whinging, about what i have no idea. Rush through trying to grab what i need. Baby is hysterical so i get him out to carry him while pushing the trolley with my toddler in it. Get through the check out, am struggling with the baby and to put stuff in the trolley. Service person standing there with a vacant look and says "you haven't pressed enter". Trying to find the enter button and my baby is pushing all the other buttons. This is ridiculous. Get out and have an inner dialogue with myself about making it to the car, positive affirmations. I must be smiling like a crazy person, because a lady comes up to me and asks if she can help me get to the car. I am humiliated, i don't do help... I thank her but say that it's okay. Its pouring with rain, and my car is about 20 metres away. I realise the service person has put my stuff in a plastic tub i got to replace a bucket. I don't know how i'm going to get that and the kids across the road. I realise i should have accepted her help, i know i am stubborn, and realise it was silly and not the time to preserve my pride. I decide the rain has eased off enough and so take the whole trolley to the car. It pours again and we all get wet. Both of the boys are screaming, they're over it and so am i. Bleh. Decide never to go to the shops again. Bleh, curse having a 2 year age gap. I don't know why we thought it would be so great for them and us. I'm yet to see the benefit.
Everyone keeps telling me that it does get easier. It's not just today that things were difficult, things are always rather difficult, even when theres 2 of us on a saturday. I'm wondering realistically when does it really get easier? when they're 3 & 5, 7 & 9? Trying to remember the bigger picture, but things like this are so disheartening.![]()




) Arrive at the shops and find a really close space but still have to get across a road carrying the baby and holding the toddlers hand. All going okay so i think i might book a quick appointment at the hairdresser, bad idea, she's going on about colour chemistry and the baby throws up on me and my handbag. Silly me thought we could get by without the baby bag so i have no tissues, nothing! he spits several pieces of muesli bar on to me which i have to hold in my hand. At this point my toddler starts asking for the lollies, the baby is fidgeting and trying to get down, which i can't do because he only has socks on as he always takes his shoes off in the car so is not wearing any by the time we get anywhere. So leave the hairdresser and try to walk the 50 metres to the trolley bay as i can't carry the baby, my bag and the mushy bits of muesli bar because my back is killing me from a long term neck injury. But on the way i get stopped by person with a stall, and i am too polite to ignore. Listen to a brief business speil. Toddler is whinging louder about the lollies which i can't get out of the bag as my hands are full. Person must realise this as she offers to put her pamphlet in my handbag... would have really appreciated it if she could have gotten me a trolley instead as thats what i really needed. Make it to the trolley bay, every single trolley is wet except the ones with the infant seat. So i have to sit my baby inside the trolley and my toddler walks. He then gets very upset as it means he can't get the lollies as he refuses to put down his car that he brought because he doesn't want the baby to touch it, so he has no hands to carry the lollies. Things are going down hill, i realise i need to hurry. Get inside and the baby keeps banging his head on the infant seat and trying to climb out of the trolley. Tantrum from the toddler is brewing. I promise profusely he can have the lollies and muesli bar if he can just get through the next 5 mins calmly. The baby starts squealing because he wants to get out, the toddler starts copying because he wants the lollies. Then he wants to get in the trolley, screams louder when i tell him theres no room because i know having them both in is a bad idea. Everyone is looking at me. Rush through and think God has smiled down on me when i come across a normal trolley! quickly make the switch, okay its easier to push now. But my toddler is screaming loudly because he wanted to sit in the baby seat, so i put him in the trolley. Still screaming, wants the lollies. My baby (Houdini) has somehow managed to get the seat belt undone and is standing up! I am trying to re-seat him and give my toddler the lollies, who is now whinging about the stuff in the trolley being in his way. Baby is now having a melt down, doesn't want to sit, doesn't want dummy, doesn't want anything. Toddler is whinging, about what i have no idea. Rush through trying to grab what i need. Baby is hysterical so i get him out to carry him while pushing the trolley with my toddler in it. Get through the check out, am struggling with the baby and to put stuff in the trolley. Service person standing there with a vacant look and says "you haven't pressed enter". Trying to find the enter button and my baby is pushing all the other buttons. This is ridiculous. Get out and have an inner dialogue with myself about making it to the car, positive affirmations. I must be smiling like a crazy person, because a lady comes up to me and asks if she can help me get to the car. I am humiliated, i don't do help... I thank her but say that it's okay. Its pouring with rain, and my car is about 20 metres away. I realise the service person has put my stuff in a plastic tub i got to replace a bucket. I don't know how i'm going to get that and the kids across the road. I realise i should have accepted her help, i know i am stubborn, and realise it was silly and not the time to preserve my pride. I decide the rain has eased off enough and so take the whole trolley to the car. It pours again and we all get wet. Both of the boys are screaming, they're over it and so am i. Bleh. Decide never to go to the shops again. Bleh, curse having a 2 year age gap. I don't know why we thought it would be so great for them and us. I'm yet to see the benefit.
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Still got to go through this stage with DD yet so that will change the dynamic again once she starts standing up for herself LOL.. but definitely they will start interacting better soon.



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