Some days are easier than others, and that holds especially true when it comes to parenting. There are times I wouldn't mind shipping my kids off to the circus, or selling them to gypsies. Today is one of those days.
G (15 y.o.) seems to forget that I'm here, even though I'm right in front of him. He then goes to tell V (7 y.o.) that he needs to listen, blah blah blah...then I have to tell G to stop trying to be the boss. He's a brother, not an employee. *sigh*
Then V is a turd biscuit, totally hyper and not listening the first time, whining up a storm left and right, and making up stories (that are lies, not just fables) and using those as excuses for his whining...just...WTF!? Yesterday was a FANTASTIC day with the kids, and today can go to hell in a hand basket.
I love my children. I'd die for my children. But sometimes I wish they'd just leave me alone for a bit! *groan*
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