Last week and this week have been particularly stressful because my hubby has been out of town for work a lot. We've also been extra busy will all the end-of-the-school-year stuff and softball games. Maybe that's why it has
Here are a couple examples of what I'm dealing with:
On Monday, after Rachel & Megan had already lost their privileges of TV, trampoline, bikes, AND computers, I finally just sent them to their rooms. Separating them seems to be the only way to curb the fighting. After leaving them in their rooms long enough to calm down - me, not them - I went to let them out of "jail." Rachel had packed her suitcase. Seriously. She had it full of clothes. She had also packed a bag of toiletries and pulled out some hanging clothes from her closet. She planned to run away because, in her words, "It's the only way I can get away from Megan!" Really. It's that bad. (Maybe this should be my next strategy, too. . . hmmmmm. . . .)
This morning, we were in the car on the way to the elementary school. There's just something about being in the car that makes the fighting explode. It gets
I'm thinking today,
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