Having a rough morning fellas. The lil’one has been up since 6 and to be frank, won’t stop. The eldest is finally at school but even that was a nightmare.
So in this brief moment of respite I thought this might be a handy way of relieving a little stress; a pressure valve if you will.
Finish the sentence:
‘I love my kids but…’
*This is a safe space. Feel free to vent
Damn, you get to wake up at 6? Lucky. I’m lucky if my kid sleeps past 5:30.
I love my kid but sometimes I wish they’d just shut up and listen. Then I realize how much I hated that mindset (I associate it with how my grandparents would have raised their kids) and try to find the patience to listen.
I mean, he’s up almost every 60 minutes through the night so don’t be too jelly 🤣