It’s almost like the smell of coffee, you don’t have to see it to know that it’s brewing in the house. It’s the precursor to a rage, it’s the intense mood that’s stewing below the surface. It shows up as irritability and opposition. It’s like a predator, hunting out moments to pick at others, to create conflict for reasons unknown while leaving threats of a rage behind every incident.
The result is a lot of fighting and screaming among our boys and rising stress and disappointment within my husband and myself. As the day drags on, any optimism of having a restful weekend is completely lost and resentment starts to form. Anxiety creeps into my gut, as I flinch every time one of our boys screams, worried that a rage is breaking out, while feeling frustrated beyond belief that we can’t have 5 minutes of peace. Instead of planning fun family events, I find myself planning how to have alone time. I start to feel the weight of all the stress and give up on trying to save the sinking ship, knowing that any effort will produce the same results. Is this what raising kids is suppose to be like? Will we ever have fun and enjoy our children’s company? Or is this all we have to look forward to? Long weekends where everyone is miserable, walking on eggshells.
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What do you do to survive the weekend, please share, we could use a few ideas!