This morning was a typical morning in my household……Max refused to get dressed, took forever to make his bed, kicked me, had to be sent to his room and took ages to find his shoes, resulting in us being late for school AGAIN. I was absolutely seething with anger by the time we got to school. Before we walked in, I got down to his level, looked him in the eyes and told him we need to find a solution for these constant battles in the morning because I absolutely couldn’t deal with another morning like this. I’ve only been back from a lovely girl’s weekend for two days and I already want to jump off a bridge.
So driving home, I was still seething, feeling sorry for myself and wallowing in self-pity…..WHY did I have to get such a difficult kid? Why is nothing working? From time-outs, to toy jail, to canceling play dates to spanking. None of it has made an impression on him and I’m seriously considering getting a part-time job to save my sanity.
Then I got home and read this. And I stopped feeling sorry for myself. No matter how, difficult Max is, we are still incredibly blessed with our two children and I wouldn’t change anything for the world. I plan to make a few birth kits this week and send them off.
We now continue with our regularly scheduled sarcastic mommy-needs-a-drink-blog…..