Jake is going through something. Is it the threes, no naps, waking before 7, sibling rivalry? I don't know; but what I do know is that it is wearing me out. I had a horrible, horrible, horrible day yesterday. Tempers were lost, by both of us, Jake cried, I cried, Andrew cried to be picked up constantly and I promised myself I would do better today.
I do have more patience today because I keep reminding myself, "this is just a phase, this is just a phase" but when Jake is pushing other kids off the seats in the library, throwing a book onto the floor in anger, running away from me when I'm trying to grab him to leave because we do not get privileges when we misbehave, it makes me want to scream. And cry. And curse Ryan's 3-11 shifts.
This side of parenting isn't glorious. It's a down right war zone.
Is it bedtime yet?