I can not deny that things have been difficult these last 2 weeks. I don't know if it's any one thing independently, or the combination of many things...but, there has been a lot of yelling from Mama this past week.
The hubby has been stressed with changes afoot at work, then he was travelling, and now entertaining business associates. Elliott has decided that it is perfectly acceptable to be contrary, condescending, ornery, and down right difficult in every single aspect of anything routine or mundane. Spencer, well, he's Spencer. He is verbal, loud, and will not allow a single injustice to go unnoticed (I have no idea where he inherited that trait).
Needless to say, I have firmly decided that 2 kids is enough, and often times over the last few days--TOO MANY.
I am at my wits end for patience and loving responses. Each time I pep talk myself into taking deep breaths and calming down, Elliott does something that causes my blood to boil and I loose my temper. I am out of ideas for gentle discipline--he just laughs at me.
I sound, and feel, pathetic and ineffective.