Two. The word that puts fear into many. Not for the faint of heart. “Terrible, or tender?” some ask. You live with a two-year-old and I’ll let you decide for yourself. Along the way, there have been good and bad days, great and horrid weeks, breezy and fucking hell months. The problem with a toddler is they give you NO WARNING. They just sort of implode at whatever moment they deem best (re: the worst possible moment). What follows are the ways you know you are eyeball deep in Two: 1) You wake up every morning with “let it go…let it go… Can’t hold it back ANYMORE!”, or in a…