Day 244

Today was a rough day.

Sometimes being a parent sucks and you wonder what you were thinking years ago when you fantasized about having children.

Harsh, I know, but I am being honest.

And sometimes honesty hurts.

I wanted to run away and not come home.

I wanted to drink until I didn't feel my feelings.

I wanted to crawl under the covers and stay there for the next 15 years.

And then I remembered that life is a journey.

Sometimes fantastic.

Sometimes crappy.

I love my kids.

More than anything.

And even though they drive me insane, I love being on this journey with them.

Most of the time.

Day 131

The boys and I had a rough night.
Fighting.
Cursing.
Not listening.
I just couldn't take it anymore.
So they were sent to bed at 6pm.
And while in their room, they wrote me some letters, folded the papers up into a paper airplane and threw them downstairs.
This is what they said.

I am going to keep them.
And when they have their own children, I may just bring them out, and let them know I understand how tough parenting is.

And then I will go home to my quiet house.