Remind Me Again......

.....why it is that I try? I'm feeling a bit despondant right now. I have planned a week's worth of seemingly fun (and not all that difficult) activities for the children for Easter. Only to be met by my daughter, kicking, screaming, hitting, and biting me. The fit lasted for probably ten or fifteen minutes. Not your average short-lived tantrum. All because I helped her with the freaking glue stick!

....these tantrums have been happening quite frequently in my household. And one little spark gets a forest fire going. This is happening with both parts of the Gruesome Twosome. And I don't like how EITHER of us acts when they do this. She bites me, so I smack her mouth. I hold her in baby-straight-jacket, but have to also pin her head so that she doesn't bite me. I hate this. Hate it.

....it's times like these where I think that someone else might be better equipped to deal with my children. That it is foolhardy to think that I can take care of them until they're in school full-day. Foolhardy to think that I can be a good daycare provider.