Well I had big plans this past Monday to post about my awesome kids. I was feelin' the love gize. You know those times when you look at your kids and you think your going to burst because you adore them sooooo sooooo much??? I was totally going to gush and make everyone jealous of my awesome kids...ok...maybe not jealous but make you gize really happy for me that I was feelin it.
Then...right before I was about to post, I get a call from Jackson's Principal. I won't go into to much detail but he wasn't cooperating and having a bit of a melt down and at that very moment I could feel this woman judging my parenting. It sucked gize!
The week went down hill from there. I'm not having a good parenting week and I'd really like to run away or find a nice orphanage for all 4 of them...especially Bub. Gize, he's lucky he's still alive...I'm just saying.... Why can't that warm fuzzy feeling stay??? Why can't I gush and adore my children all of the time instead of wanting to send them far far far away from me where they won't dump cereal through out the house or decide that the drinks at the table rule doesn't mean them and end up spilling red juice on our nasty cream carpet, or dump and throw all the toys down the stairs right after I just put them away, or make it a mission to make his sisters scream all freakin day, or pull out the thawing beef out of the fridge and leave the raw meat on the carpet where it left a nice big blood stain. why???? I've had to give myself time outs this week to keep from throttling my children. I want to love and adore them again but I'm afraid I'll never get that feeling back. And I'm sure it's not helping that I'm having THE worst PMS in the history of PMS. My life is over!!!!!!!!!!!! ok...not really.... just feels like it today.