After three children, volumes of parenting books, and two mother in laws I could probably write my own book on raising children. Instead, I can make it pretty simple. Laugh.
In our tiny, crazy family of five, things are not always ideal. The kids bicker and fight. There are days the hubby and I barely talk even though we both work at home. We have bills and payments just like every other middle American family. There are days that it is actually really, really hard to keep it together. Even on those days, we laugh.
For twenty minutes today I argued with a toddler about the benefits of wearing pants instead of shorts in the winter. I caved. He won. I just couldn't do it anymore. He is sitting there is a diaper and a sweatshirt, yelling no at me, and I gave him the Spiderman shorts. The evil part of me wanted to carry his ass down to the front yard and plop him in the three feet of snow, but I didn't. Instead, I walked him down the steps and got him juice. He then threw the cup at me and yelled jeans. Youngest child is in the midst of the terrible twos. I may not make it to see his third birthday. He is draining me daily.