He screams, he rages, he throws things.
I find myself arguing with a 3 year old as if he's an adult (me and Hubbie rarely argue, he doesn't join in, so it's pointless)
It makes me feel like I'm rubbish as a parent.
Then on Sunday morning we left Hubbie to lie in and came downstairs to give him some peace.
The boy sat on my lap on the sofa and we cuddled while watching TV.
It made me so very happy :)
This post is part of Mummy Never Sleeps linky "All the small things"