This picture says it all.
Let me start by saying that I love my children, they are my little loves, my reason for being. Without them, well, I wouldn't be a Mom, and quite frankly, I can't imagine my life without them.
That being said...some days I wonder WHY I do this, why I homeschool, why I'm a SAHM. Why everything I do revolves around them. Why I have put aside things I enjoy doing because either I don't have time, or because they won't stay out of my things and when I need something I can't find it.
The last few days have been rough, to say the least. My son has gotten in the habit of yelling at me, ignoring what I ask him to do or stop do, fights me tooth and nail on his lessons, and just generally being rude. When he's not doing that, he's yelling and fighting with his sister, pushing her to the point that she gets mad and lashes out by scratching him, then he comes running to me crying that she scratched him.
This morning we sat down to do lessons, we started with math. Oy vey. He was doing subtraction, she was doing addition. By the end of the page, I was ready to pull every hair out of my head, call it quits and put them both back in public school (which really is NOT an option).
I have said "Stay in the driveway" so many times, I should have it tattooed to my forehead. Yesterday I hear the front door open and close. I go out to find my son GONE. He had hopped on his sister bike (why he didn't ride his own, I'll never know) and rode it off down the street. When he gets back, I tell him he's grounded from everything for two weeks. Needless to say, that did not make him happy.
I am blessed with a hard working husband, whose job requires him to be gone during the week, and sometimes part or all of Saturdays. But while I appreciate all he does to allow me to be a stay at home mom and homeschool, there are days, like lately, when I just really want to lock myself in a room and scream in to a pillow.
I have tried various methods of trying to get my children to not fight, listen to me, not yell, etc. Things will go good for awhile, then pretty soon, whatever method I'm using fails and we're back to step one again.
And while I'm typing this, my son comes in to tell me that my daughter spilled her box of Nerds candy all over my bed. Now last week after all the work moving old furniture out and new in and cleaning, changing rooms, etc. I told them no food allowed in my room, that they weren't allowed in there unless I invited them in. :-/
I don't often do this, let loose publicly. I will say something in a Facebook group before I'll make it public, but this has been building and I'm thinking that somewhere there is a Mom going through the same thing.
Please, someone tell me I'm not the only one going through this? That I'm not the only one fighting with my children to get them to do their lessons, to do their chores, to not yell and fight and tattle, scream, sass, cry....you name it. Anyone? Beuhler?