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.