My son is in the throes of the Terrible Twos. We thought 6 months ago he was bad. 'Bad' now no longer accurately describes what my son is/has been in the last 3 months. 'Demon possessed' is much more accurate. Screaming, telling us 'no', obstinate, and a multitude of other shitty behaviors have been the norm for the last two weeks. We've been using time out on the couch for the last 6 months and it 'kind of worked'. Worked in the sense that he would sit there for his allotted two minutes (all the while screaming), and then we would let him down, and he'd recreate the behavior that got him there within an hour. These wee ones have a REALLY short memory. :-/
Anywho, a week ago Saturday, the pooh hit the proverbial fan. I actually had to LEAVE the house. Like, LEAVE. Get up, walk out, as to not yell myself hoarse, or worse. So, I walked out of the house leaving my saint of a husband to watch over the demon possessed toddler writhing, gnashing his teeth, and howling. On my short walk to the end of the street and back, I decided I needed a professional. No, not a professional exorcist, but the Super Nanny.
I used to scoff at people who would refer to this woman. "It's a stupid tv show" (all this was said before my son was 'invented' or still an infant) I'd remind them often rolling my eyes. All I have to say, is this woman has more patience than I could ever dream of, but her methods DO work. And I really do think with a lot of time, a united front, and metric shit-ton of consistency, her methods may actually exorcise the demon without the collar wearing potential pedophile.
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