Usually, I absolute adore being a parent. But not always. And not last night. Don't get me wrong, I love my children. But sometimes, I could understand the inclination to loathe them. Not that I'd give into it, mind you, but I could understand it.
I was beginning to think I was prone to cluster headaches.
But I followed the prescribed plan of documenting when I get my headaches, etc., etc., etc. And discovered that it's the boys fussing, nitpicking, begging, sassing, yelling and fighting with each other.
Even if they only do it for 15 minutes, my head is a mess for hours. And then I might as well walk around with this on my forehead:
I could give them a time out.