My children are getting older. I thought it was me but its definitely them. I remember when my kids were younger they were angels. I didn’t have to speak more than once, when giving them direction. Now that they will be 10 & 11 this year man are they giving me hell. The emotions floating around my house always equal up to a war zone. The slightest things set off an argument, a couple of days ago it was over eggs. We had 3 left and they just couldn’t work it out while I stayed in my bed. I ended you being a referee and splitting the eggs between them.
If this is a preview of what the road to puberty, I’m packing my bags now! It’s a whirlwind of slamming doors, screaming and soooo much ripped up paper! I must admit that as a single mom there are times where I definitely want to give up. More times than I would honestly like to admit. That’s fine I know multiple mamas that feel the same way. We’re human.
As far as the frustration with them, I seek advice from family on numerous occasions. I ended up coming to the conclusion that its better to handle it my way, because I know them best.
Siblings fight. I know that. It’s not something I’ve experienced because I’m an only child. Maybe it’s worse because I have a almost preteen and a boy that feels surrounded and outnumbered. Sometimes I just close my door, meditate and let them be. One compares oneself to the other like were in the Brady Bunch “Marsha, Marsha, Marsha.” Does it end or should I runaway now.