The past few days have been, um, interesting around our house.
I’m hoping it’s a phase. I’m hoping it will evolve from here. I’m hoping it’s not because I’m a bad parent.
Because I seriously feel as though I’ve lost control of my kids.
For four hours a day, everything is fine. Bunny is off at school {and excelling}, Bubba is home with me, and although he’s super clingy, he’s fine. Sure, he has some Terrible Two tantrums, but it’s nothing I can’t reidrect or deal with.
But when they’re together?
OHMYGODYOUGUYS
It’s hell. I’m not lying. True hell.
They fight and punch and kick and SCREAM {oh my goodness, the screaming alone is enough to drive a person insane} all day long. I get that siblings fight. I fought with my sister. But this? This is beyond anything I ever expected.
We’ve tried separating them, we’ve tried taking the toys their fighting over away, we’ve tried disciplining each one when they break a rule, we’ve tried making sure we’re giving each one enough attention when the other is around. We praise them when they’re playing well together. We take them outside to play in the yard, to burn off energy. I feel like we’ve tried it all.
And yet it continues. The screams, the hitting, the instigating {Bubba is the best at this one, he’ll stand next to Bunny and just make a noise he knows she hates over and over again until she screams or hits him}. It’s never-ending.
I’m at the point where I can not wait for bedtime. And there’s something so wrong with that. I’m supposed to want to be around my children, even when they’re together. I can’t keep wishing for days to end so I can get a break. I was in tears yesterday evening because I was just so worn down and defeated. It was a horrid feeling.
Tomorrow is Friday, which means Bunny is home from school all day long. It’s enough to make me want to break out into a sweat just thinking about a whole day of fighting.
I just feel like I’ve lost control. And I have no idea how to get it back. Maybe I need Super Nanny after all?
