Time Out

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I quit. No longer will I play referee for my children.
May the best man win.
Survival of the fittest.

I can't make them get along at every moment. Gotta choose my battles. Why has it taken me this long to figure it out?! I've been on some kind of subconcious mission to always keep it cohesive; doing my very best June Cleaver. It's ridiculously exhausting!  I'm setting them up for failure, later, if I'm always the puppet master. Chiming in every time I sense a disturbance in the force.  Well...I quit. Yes. this is what I have decided. Sooooo....I will let them have it out. I'm not talking cage fighting here, just a little stand up for what you believe and "fight"for it. 
Boys, Mommy's gonna sit this one out...











Comments

Unknown said…
Smart MOM!!! Lets see how long it takes them to become SMART!!!
3/03/2010
Kekepania said…
Wish I could do the same...Don't think Ben quite has a fair chance yet though. Maybe one more year?? Not sure I will still be alive then though...it IS exhausting!
3/04/2010
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