I am pretty sure I am failing as a mother and as a human being.
How is it that I have not been able to teach my children not to hit each other?
Or follow basic household rules? Or observe common courtesy, decency, and kindness?
Why is it that with the smallest provocation, the entire household erupts in screaming?
Why is a locked-door time-out the ONLY thing that resonates with Gavin?
Why is my happy, kind, regular voice completely inaudible to my children?
Why have my efforts to teach manners and decorum fallen on deaf ears?
Why, despite my best efforts, do I want to hide in my closet at the end of Every Single Day?
It's getting old, you know.