Seriously, I was feeling pretty damn good with my smarty pants two year old. Sure, she likes to ink paint on carpets and walls, but for the most part, she's pretty manageable.
On her own.
But add a baby into the mix, take away my husband during the week, and give my daughter a 14-year-old's vocabulary and reasoning and you got a recipe for an insanity cocktail.
And believe me. It's no mojito.
I'm struggling. Honestly struggling. I feel pulled in two very separate directions. I'm shorter with her. I raise my voice more quickly. And I'm so that parent I didn't really want to be more than I'd like to admit. It's nothing terribly awful -- it's just a result of being overextended and trying to figure out how to make time for myself and my family.
I hold myself to high parenting standards. I know you may not think so, but really, I do. I see the teaching moments. I watch them pass me by as I flip on the television yet again because I'm just too plain tired to function adequately. And then I feel guilty.
So in order to maintain some level of sanity, I'm creating new house rules. Or new "I'm living in someone else's" house rules. And my first order of business is as follows:
Only one child may cry at a time. You are welcome to cry at any given time for any given reason. Crying is healthy, natural, and acceptable -- as is being hurt, and angry. Just make sure you don't feel that way when the other kid does, because you'll just have to hold it in.
What are your "house rules?"