Johnny Drama

I am finding everything these days so stressful and I cant work out if its just a mixtue of moving, the kids not eating or the fact that in 4 weeks time I'll be a full time mother and I'm not actually sure I know what to do or how to do it.
I cannot get William to eat no matter what I cook or buy. Everything comes with so much drama and eventually I give in. He's been on a diet of peanut butter sandwiches, banana's and 'pink chocolate' milk (nequick) for almost a week now. What am I doing wrong? I've tried most recipes in the Annabel Karmel book and three or four others but everything I cook comes with 100 questions, 30 minutes intense inspection and then utter refusal to touch it for various reasons. I appreciate he's only 2 and entitled to likes and dislikes but surely he's too young to be telling me 'I'm not eating that disgusting plate of food'? No? 

This morning it took Johnny Drama 'aka William' 4 minutes to go from being asleep to total meltdown. I wonder what goes through his little head when we send him back to his room 5 minutes after he gets up for some time to reflect. I feel like I spend every waking moment with him these days saying;
- That's not how you ask nicely
- What do you say? (please)
- Please stop saying I want
- You cannot have biscuits for breakfast
I keep thinking that when its just him, me and Emma against the world (well New York City more like) he'll be better, calmer, less obnoxious and I'll cope. God I hope so! 

We got the list of serviced apartments through this morning that we can chose to stay in for our first month in the Big Apple. Neither are exactly fulfilling my Manhatten dream. Is it too much to ask to live somewhere big enough for us and the two kids with a microwave, dishwasher, washing machine and a picturesque view over Manhatten for when we're snowed in? One of the apartments is located in Midtown east, just north of Gramercy Park near the Queens bridge. It looks alright, reviews aren't that bad and there are only 103 registered sex offenders in a one mile radius. I'm speechless.

The last time I was wandering around New York I don't ever remember seeing a supermarket? Given we can't really afford to shop at Dean and Deluca, where do New Yorkers get their bread and milk?

Check out my new section 'Peter says'. I figure I'm not the only one my children agrivate most days so Pete is now happily contributing to my blog with 'his point of view'. It should be amusing! I promise that all entries are completley his.