most frustrating

the days seem to go from up to down and back again. one child is now completely tube-addicted, and the other one has to have things go exactly perfectly or the whole world pays for it. i truly wish, sometimes, that i could just move into a little cottage by myself. just a small cottage, with lots of books, a big puffy sofa with lots of pillows, and of course, wireless internet. and maybe a phone. but with the option to turn the phone off.

nobody pacing pacing pacing. nobody whining because i won't let him watch family guy. nobody expecting me to entertain them. or soothe them. or make everything all right for them.

nothing is really wrong in these kids' lives. they just think it is.