Aint No Mountain High Enough

I've really come to think that parenting is a lot like marriage. It has it's highs and lows, peaks and valleys. Just when you are about to bust at the seams with pride for your child's behavior, just when you think you've got a handle on things and you're doing a good job and you start to get a tiny bit confident, things change and you are on your way back to a low again.

The last two weeks or so have definitely been a parenting high for me. Tanner's been AWESOME, so obedient and loving, and entertaining himself a lot more than usual. Landon's been super cuddly and undemanding.

Let me just say that this week has been ... well ... not so high. Today especially. Tanner has been testing me since the moment he woke up and we've already had about 8 timeouts. And little Landon, who is always happy, has been fussy fussy fussy. And I ... I have been yelling. I hate that ... I'm really not a yeller by nature and I have boatloads of patience -- I was a middle school teacher for goodness sake! I kind of want to just crawl back into bed and hide under the covers until tomorrow, with the hope that maybe I'll wake up to those sweet kids from last week.

Instead, maybe I'll use this naptime to get myself put together, brush my hair, put on a little makeup, and tidy up my house ... that oughtta help at least a little bit. There's gotta be another high period right around the corner, right???

And if not, there's always Starbucks. A mocha light frappacino always seems to make the day a little brighter.

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