Noah has been PUSHING US lately. Pulling LONG, DRAWN OUT TANTRUMS at least ONCE A DAY. This kid, he is STUBBORN as well as FOCUSED. I daresay that he might win. The odds are certainly in his favor.
But his mom is a tough bitch. Really, I am. And he has naively assumed that he can take me in a fair fight. Well, I don't fight fair and I believe (also naively) that I can beat anyone if I put my mind to it (this thought is especially strong when I'm drunk). And he's made me angry. He does not realize that I am not one to be crossed.
This parenting thing is HARD. And I am so damn TIRED. Tired of fighting, tired of making my kid cry, tired of having to break his spirit so he knows he has boundaries, and where the boundaries are at.
Thank God for good hubbies, understanding friends, amusing cross stitch patterns and wine.
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