I think I'm going through a difficult stage of parenting, and when I really think of it, I think it's come down to a few factors and not the smalls, not me, it's life. We're looking to move, I'm looking for more work, Matt's looking for a new job, we're looking to mix things up, and because of this, our usual routine and calm has been thrown to the winds. We're all a little tattered and windswept and we need to shelter together. The four of us.I sat in Tiny's doorway tonight to keep her in bed. I'm tired of disciplining her bedtimes. She won't sleep during the day. Night times are drawn out. She's in a filthy mood. I'm in an even filthier mood. I'm weary of the tug o' war. Yes I know it will pass, but it's right in this minute it's all too much and I just need a big fat phat break.
I'm going to pare things back a little. I'm going to simplify in this crazy time. They have to be. It's what the littlies need and it's what I need. If I'm here a little more intermittently, you'll know why. I'm fine, I'm just not phine-a-licious.
Have you felt this way in your parenting history? What's the cure? Tell me. I need it.
