Everyone says these are the tough years

nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen...

I feel like I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off, just trying to parent my kids this week. Oy vey!

Throw in some possible PMS, and some mental distress and some autism and all I want to do is RUN AWAY!

Comments

Veiled Glory said…
Deep breathing, find your happy place...count to 20...
Has said…
Don't forget your morning prayers! I often do and it's such a silly idea!

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