I’d like to write a happy, funny blog where I poke fun at myself for everyone’s amusement. But I can’t seem to do it.
I’m having one of those stretches where parenting isn’t much fun. Not that it’s supposed to be. But lately, it’s been one challenge after another. Kind of has me longing for the days when the kids were little and our biggest worries were so inconsequential that I can’t even remember what they were!
How do you do it? How do you live with two twenty-somethings and one teenage girl and have everybody get along? It must be possible.
Everybody does their own thing — or wants to. And although it’s sad, I do think it’s expected. After all, when you raise kids, you want them to grow into their own lives. Separating and declaring their independence from the nuclear family they’ve grown up with is part of that process — I think.
Or maybe I’m wrong and every other family with kids that age continues to happily spend time with one another? Which is it?
I’m happily accepting any advice!