Tikkabik

My kids have been driving me up the wall this weekend. Yesterday Emme had a hissy fit at her soccer practice after her team lost, and I had to bodily drag her off the field, much to my embarassment and humiliation.

This morning I sacked Bob's video game playing privileges for another week after he assaulted his sister -- this was the day he was supposed to get them back, following a similar incident in which he scratched her face last week. Now he's stomping around the house with a huge attitude about the whole thing, despite the fact that he has no one but himself to blame.

And now James is whining relentlessly -- tired and hungry, it seems, but unwilling to either nap or eat anything substantial (he'd happily graze on snacks, but I'm not that easy).

It's just one of those days when you question your parenting skills and wish they were someone else's problem for a change. In other words, just like any other day of the week.