Saturday morning, I doled out five time-outs and took away TV privileges all before 9am. They still continued to fight over everything and argue with me at every turn for the rest of the day. They even managed to fight over the proper method for putting away Legos. SERIOUSLY?!
Today wasn't much better either. I'm seriously starting to worry that there is no way I'll survive my four month maternity leave. I feel like a yelling monster. I'm SO sick of enforcing time-outs, administering reprimands, and mediating every little dispute.
But despite the frustrations of the past couple weeks, there have been a couple shining moments.
A trip to the park - the last day there will only be the two of them:
And Ryan being goofy. Ryan: "Mom, I a robot!"
I'm kind of in denial about what's going to happen tomorrow. Maybe that's a good thing. Less time to be anxious.
But denial or not, we are at least ready! Today I packed baby's diaper bag, my hospital bag, Jacob's school backpack, an overnight bag for the two big kids (sleeping at grandma's for most of the week), and finished assembling the car seat.
Ugh, I'm ready too (40 weeks)