If there were no schools to take children away from home part of the time, the insane asylums would be filled with mothers. ~Edgar W. Howe

pulling hair out Yup, it's that time of year again...my kids are driving me straight up the F*CK'N wall!!!!!!!!! Sorry if that sounds harsh, but sometimes there is just no other way to put it!

Let me explain, see if you can relate.

When asking my youngest two kids (8 and 10 years of age) to do ANYTHING the result is a full-on whine fest followed by a minimum of five minutes of negotiation. Seriously. It doesn't matter if I want them to get dressed in the morning or take their clean laundry up to their rooms to be put away or [God forbid] take the dogs for a 15 minute walk around the neighborhood, EVERYTHING is a major ordeal.

It gets so bad sometimes I fantasize about repeatedly banging my head against the wall just to knock myself out so I don't have to hear their high-pitched complaining anymore.

That is, of course, unless they want something from me.

If that is the case, they turn on their "perfect angel" act. Which means they do exactly as I ask (in a timely manner) and then come at me with, "Can we go to the mall/video game store/bookstore/donut shop/ice cream store right now mom?" (They may even throw in a please if I'm lucky).

"Oh sure kids, why not?!?!?! I've got nothing else better to do than to jump in the car and take you, RIGHT NOW, to wherever your little hearts desire."

Hands down the toughest part about parenting is not the unconditional love, but the mentally draining consistency needed to create and execute firm boundaries.  I try SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO hard to be consistent, but damn if they don't get the best of me sometimes.

Like when we have been together for ELEVEN WEEKS STRAIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!

August 26th, 7:50 a.m. CANNOT come fast enough.