As we flew home yesterday I turned to my husband and said, this week is going to be different. I’m tired of being impatient, nagging, and frustrated with the kids all day. This week I’m going to be, as my kids say, “easy breezy lemon squeezy”.
Bugging your sister. Oh well.
Drawing on the cabinet again. Yep.
Not getting ready for school. We’ll be late, not my problem.
Messy house. Doesnt bother me.
Tantrum in the middle of Target. Easy Breezy
I’m going to stop talking at and to my kids so much and listen more. We will be late and messy and in disarray, but for this week I’m going to try my hardest to not let it get to me.
I like clean and on time and control so this may kill me. Here goes nothing.
