It's the secret every parent asks about. How am I ever going to make it through this?
Seriously. There are those parents that are totally textbook. They live with hearts and roses. Blog about how beautiful life is. Their children do no wrong. They never have to raise their voices. They never growl in frustration.
And then there's the rest of us.
Prime example. Whenever we have to be somewhere- at a specific time, mind you- and I would like my children to wear something specific - i.e. no holes, and somewhat matching, as well as would like my girls to have their hair combed..... Well.... You might as well light a match to a gaseous bomb. Yes. My children are intuitive enough to know exactly which buttons of mine to push. (Mo-om, I am NOT going to wear the matching tights to this dress... I want to wear these random leggings under my dress!) Oh yeah, and "Nooooo... I am NOT going to comb my hair or brush my teeth...."
Then I wind up working up a sweat fighting them the whole time. We go head to head, sometimes I win and sometimes I lose, and then we head out the door to whatever our destination is.
I'm just saying, there is nothing divine about this secret. It sucks. I don't always win, and sometimes even when I do it is after a lengthy battle in which I could care less who wins. I ask myself "will I really make it"? And then I tell myself, a bazillion people blazed this path before me and lived, so I have to guess that I will make it too.
But still... it doesn't really make it any easier. I just hope I can really make it through all of this.