Left for work yesterday after yelling at the boys and sending them to their rooms because of blatant defiance. No kisses. No hugs. No I Love You's. I felt guilty and hollow all day long, and just wanted to go home and hold them. I know it's part of the package - the guilt and discipline, but the phrase "this hurts me worse than it hurts you" never hit home so much. I don't know what to do with open defiance - how to handle it. Whether it's running across the parking lot at Lowe's while we're yelling at Simon to stop, or saying nasty things to their sister when we ask them to stop, or even sitting in their rooms in timeout and CONTINUING to say the things I have asked them not to say. I see red, I yell. HOW IN THE WORLD does one maintain their cool? Stay the adult? I would LOVE to know.
Mischa Barton Backslides
10 hours ago