I yelled today. A lot.
I feel awful about it. I'm beyond stressed and am taking it out on the kids. I had such a horrible day. I'm hoping that after the kids are in bed that I can curl up and cry away some of the stress. The only way that I'm making it through the day is that I keep telling myself that tomorrow will be better. It has to be.
Between the selling/buying a house thing, Matt on nights plus working overtime making him only home for a day and a half over a ten day span, on top of the normal everyday stresses - It's taking it's toll.
I'm so tired of having to repeat myself 1000 times before someone responds to me or even acknowledges that I exist. The fighting, oh the fighting - that's a whole other blog entirely. The attitudes were things I seriously never thought would happen to kids until at least the age of 10. Wow, I was w-r-o-n-g. Madeline and Leah have even started to join in screaming when they don't get their way or a toy is taken from them.
I'm tired of doing something just to have it undone not even a minute later. (I know, that's what kids do but it still gets old.
I'm sick over fighting about meals. Just eat or don't eat.
I must repeat this saying a million times every day...
You get what you get and you don't get upset.
Maybe I just have to keep telling myself that.