I barely survived my own teenage years, I'm not sure I can survive my children's teenage years. Some days it feels like them or me.
After a weekend of our daughter doing a complete 180 and our son fighting against our minimum expectations... I'm mentally and emotionally exhausted.
I'm sick to death of being blamed for everything that's wrong in their lives. I can only do so much and I've done the best I can with the tools I have. I've tried to improve my parenting skills but I'll never be that cookie baking soccer mom, it isn't who I am.
Still, I keep trying, I can't give up on them. That isn't who I am either, no matter how much I want to run away from home right now. Running away never solved anything.
