I usually don't have stories of how much I enjoy being at home with my kids and how we have so much fun and how we are a perfect family, because, it isn't like that for me. I know I wouldn't be able to work and then come home and be a mom, that be too much. I wish there was an in between.
I love my children with all that I am, and do way too much for them, but I just have a hard time enjoying the hard times.
I have had an awful day today. AWFUL. Ethan has pushed every button and been defiant in EVERY way possible. My head hurts, I cannot think straight. This is NOT fun or enjoyable in any way shape or form...well I guess it is easier to enjoy Merci, since she hasn't gotten on my wrong side yet.
I know I am truly blessed, I HAVE kids, I CAN stay at home (barely, but we manage), I HAVE a family.....
The list goes on. I just have a hard time. I am not sure why.
There is some wall I need to break through or something.
The days are not always like this, there are sunshine and rainbow days, but I find them few and far between.
Maybe I have a hard time realizing all my own flaws when I see them come out in my kids, maybe that is what makes it so hard.
I feel like all I do is correct, correct, correct.
I feel like a monster, I feel like a mean mom,
will I ever see FRUIT???
I love my children with all that I am, and do way too much for them, but I just have a hard time enjoying the hard times.
I have had an awful day today. AWFUL. Ethan has pushed every button and been defiant in EVERY way possible. My head hurts, I cannot think straight. This is NOT fun or enjoyable in any way shape or form...well I guess it is easier to enjoy Merci, since she hasn't gotten on my wrong side yet.
I know I am truly blessed, I HAVE kids, I CAN stay at home (barely, but we manage), I HAVE a family.....
The list goes on. I just have a hard time. I am not sure why.
There is some wall I need to break through or something.
The days are not always like this, there are sunshine and rainbow days, but I find them few and far between.
Maybe I have a hard time realizing all my own flaws when I see them come out in my kids, maybe that is what makes it so hard.
I feel like all I do is correct, correct, correct.
I feel like a monster, I feel like a mean mom,
will I ever see FRUIT???