I need to leave the apartment. The children are driving me crazy. I am crazy, we feed off that and Keatt agreed to an all day time out. I don't think she thought it through. Need to breathe.
Trevor is off in the wilderness hiking with a guy from work. No communication. At least when he went on the canoeing trip he called at night and I could vent about his children to him. It’s different when you vent about your children to others. I often feel like a bad parent. Yesterday in a phone conversation I said my son was “being a shit.” I stand by those words today. The fussiness and crabby nature that has emerged is driving me crazy. Couple that with my almost three year old testing boundaries every chance she gets. When she’s not testing me, she acts like a baby. It’s okay for him to throw his food/dishes/utensils on the floor—why can’t she? My answer is I can’t give him a time out, only take away his tray and get him down from the table. She has had many time outs. Right now they have M&M balloons attached to them and together they are dropping blocks over the gate; they are really adorable. I need to stop biting heads off and enjoy my kids while it’s calm.
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