I’m taking back all the nice things I said about my kids in the last post. Because I’m telling you what: I’ve found myself at “Wit’s End” again. And although I’m sure in most ways it’s my fault, it totally feels better to blame it on them right now.
I swear they can not stop fighting, and teasing and pushing, and bugging each other. One of them is so ultra-sensitive that tears come at the drop of a hat. Another is a total bully (one of the YOUNGER ones) and is into shoving and calling her siblings the “s” word (“stupid”). I think they may all be in training to be “professional tattlers” with how much they have been telling on each other. And I swear they could win awards on their talent at ignoring me too. Wow. And the drama around here? It’s overwhelming. The wailing is killing me. One kid can’t keep up with her homework to save her soul and has been weepy about it all weekend because there’s SO much. We’ve spent some good quality time at the doctor’s office since Claire’s UTI’s are back in full force, which makes for changing a lot of sheets and having a smelly house once again, and Lucy’s burning up with her darn rash that the doctor claims is just a “high sensitivity” to something mysterious. And as for me, well, I just can’t keep up with life. My continuing saga.
So for now I’m scratching all the “best friends” mumbo jumbo I was blabbing about in the last post.
I need to crawl into a corner and re-evaluate how we’re doing things around here. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day. I’m crossing my fingers…