Not losing my mojo of parenting ...Part 1

I might lose my sanity soon. As if one child was not enough to torment the wits out of me that we decided to have a second one.

Now both naughty8 and naughty4 know me so well that I kind of struggle to hear my own voice.

They know exactly how to push my buttons. Just the other day, they were fighting over something and when I tried to play referee, my naughty8 put me in my place. Her teens are far away yet she knows how to throw attitude. I wonder who she has taken after.

Naughty4 is a bit of a handful. I am especially afraid when she is silently playing in a room and doesn't disturb me.Sure sign that she is up to something big.

Only the other day, when I was getting a bit comfortable, mind you after a hard days work, she saw me. And I try to be very secretive of showing my happiness or coziness. When she sees me sitting and enjoying she gets restless. She then throws a tantrum, and my two minutes of calmness gets shortlived. I dont know what is with kids and mommy getting a bit of 'me time'. The former it seems cant stand the latter.

I like it when everything is going as per my script. But these days my darlings have started calling my bluff. Naughty4 looks at me like we are in a boxing ring...challenging me to walk the talk.

I sometimes doubt myself, whether I am calling my elder one with the correct name. She has mastered the term - to turn a deaf ear. And even if, she has heard me she can be very creative with her excuses. And with that face of hers she is always excused by me 🙂. She is one smart kid I tell you.

Watch out this space for more fun stuff.

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