I can barely keep my attention in the book for more than a few moments at a time. Partially because I am distracted here, partially because I want to be taken away.
Today I was supposed to be a fun and exciting trip to the Fair with the kids. It ended up being a trip I wished I had never taken. Half way through our trip I was totally taken over with the feeling that I would never be doing this as a family again. I cried and they rode rides. Terrific!
By the time we needed to start heading towards the exit they began to go down hill quick. At this point I had spent well over $100, promised them an ice cream and a camel ride before we left and this just wasn't enough.
1 more ride on the pony...
No, we are done.
Fine, throws toys and things on the ground.
Pouting, fingers in the mouth and crying ensues.
Now I have one huffing and puffing because she is too hot and bitching me out about why I couldn't park the car closer and the other bawling because she does not want to leave.
I am walking out of the Fair threatening to take away a trip to Water Country and then a trip to the Jonas Bros. if they don't park their shit ass attitudes someplace else.
I am Mother of the Year.
And to think I only have 14 more years to do this alone.
Now back to my homework.
I am currently reading the chapter entitled:Establishing a Parenting Schedule. This also includes an explanation of how divorce affects children at different age levels. My kids are classic examples. But what do you do with that information? Great, my kids are afraid, combative, don't want to follow my rules, don't sleep, etc, etc.
Now what the hell am I supposed to do?
It just goes on to say Don't let them see you fight, establish a pattern and love them. Great and if you are doing all these things and they still are in turmoil? Good Luck I guess.
With all this in mind, now back to who gets them on Thanksgiving, who pays for dance class and who gets the 7 year old fridge in my kitchen.
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