The kids are in their beds, it's mid-day. They're not asleep, they're being punished. On my to-do list for today (why do I make those things anyway?), I listed RELAX and PLAY WITH KIDS. I don't know why I haven't yet learned that those two agenda items DO NOT go together. At least for me. With my kids. I'm praying they fall asleep. There is something about being alone with small children all day that (how can I explain this better? I don't know.) sucks-the-marrow-out-of-my-bones. Why is that? It's not supposed to be this way, right? I feel immensely guilty. But try as I may, in six years of parenting, this one single facet has not changed. My discipline styles have changed, my capacity for love has changed, my capacity for sorrow has changed, my body has changed, my heart has changed. And yet I still can't handle spending every waking minute with a little one hanging at my side.
I love it when they go to school and preschool because I love it when they come back. When they're with me all day, I start to go a little bit insane. And you know what they say about 'a little bit insane?' That even a little is insane enough.
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posted by Reluctant Nomad at 
"My discipline styles have changed, my capacity for love has changed, my capacity for sorrow has changed, my body has changed, my heart has changed."
Wow. That's pretty good for six years.