Well, I don't really have any other quotes to share right now. I believe any quotes that I have in mind will be linked with f bombs and profanity most appropriate for southern hemisphere sea ports and brothels. The quote that I conveyed to my husband was this one from Thomas Jefferson, "When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on." Tonight, I am feeling this one, all the way. Swinging desperately, avoiding the moment that I want to scream.
I've been trying to practice this "good" parenting stuff all day! Damn, it takes the energy right out of you! I feel like I ran a marathon while carrying a small Norwegen family on my back, cross stitching the words to America the Beautiful in leather. I'm exhausted!! WTF. In my defense, I haven't lost my cool completely AND I followed through with instructions and expectations. Damn skippy!! She was tired and had fallen and scrapped her hand and didn't want to fold a basket of HER laundry AND take a shower. And never mind that she never knows when bed time is but tonight points out at 9:34, "it's after my bedtime, do you still want me to fold this laundry AND take a shower?" Yes. You stink. And your hair is greasy!
Just like when she was a toddler, I am so excited that it is bedtime and I can have some quiet time. I plan a long, hot tub soak with Lavender oil added to the bath to help me calm down. I might even drink a Strawberita for good measure.
This parenting thing...I just have to remember to tie that knot in the end of the rope before I even get there.
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