Having a rough morning fellas. The lil’one has been up since 6 and to be frank, won’t stop. The eldest is finally at school but even that was a nightmare.
So in this brief moment of respite I thought this might be a handy way of relieving a little stress; a pressure valve if you will.
Finish the sentence:
‘I love my kids but…’
*This is a safe space. Feel free to vent
its a weird thing to talk about, because so many times i tried to confide in other parents, and every single time i just get “oh it sounds like a normal toddler” no matter how much contextualizing i could try. youre the first person who is not my wife whose heard the story and hasnt had that reaction, so thank you.
Same page. What did the trick for one of my parents was to have them over for a few weeks and let them manage the kiddo on their own a few times. That’s when they changed their tune and started to admit it’s not nothing.