i've always considered my children to be relatively well-behaved. sure, they have their whiney, bratty, grumpy, sassy moments, but pretty good over all and easy to reason with.
not the case this last week.
maybe it's the pregnancy hormones, but i can't count the number of times i have cried over my children's behavior, or prayed for my own self control and patience lately.
go ahead and call CPS on me, but i switched the door handle in their room so the lock is on the outside. just so i can lock the boy in time out.
he is trying my role as a mother more than ever. no obeying, no listening, no reasoning. this is why they call it the hardest job in the world. tonight at the dinner table, he {my almost 4 year old} stormed off with an angry face, folded arms and stomps. his teenage years flashed before my eyes and i lost it. bawling. what a wreck i am. i feel out of control and emotionally out of tune with him.
don't let her fool you. she's not as sweet as she looks.
he did however, take these great pictures of himself and sister. classic trouble-makers, right?
so, after my appointment tomorrow morning, my week calms down and i am re-devoting myself as a mother. giving it my all and all the consistancy in my being. this has to end so i can love on these babes as much as possible before #3 comes. i can do this.
i CAN do this.
I CAN DO THIS!
right?