I’m struggling with managing all the different personalities in my household,

and having to cater to each one,

ad hoc,

off and on,

switching back and forth

and

its
making
me
feel
like
I
have
multiple [personalities].

None of which, apparently,

have patience.

Or coping skills.

The apple doesn’t fall from the tree, eh?

I’ve got a long way to go.

With them.

With myself.

And if I don’t figure out how to better deal with the constant age-appropriate discord,

the days are gonna feel a lot

longer

and harder

than they need to.

I wanna enjoy the days.

I wanna enjoy my kids.

But I don’t enjoy being referee.

I don’t enjoy the constant bickering.

And there really is no way to make everyone happy at the same time.

So here’s what I’m gonna do…

I’m gonna remember that they’re not all the same,

but that God created them from the same dust as me,

and DAMN IF HE DIDN’T THROW IN A LITTLE GLITTER WITH OUR BATCH!

Glitter that sometimes gets everywhere and,

at times,

is a giant annoyance.

BUT…

it’s also glitter

that shines,

that exudes beauty,

that stands out,

that shouts

“The party has arrived,”

even when you weren’t aware one was even comin’.

This life with them,

it might be one party from which I’ll have an eternal hangover,

no doubt,

but I can dangfreakin’guarantee you,

WE’RE GONNA HAVE FUN.

Mommy is gonna pull the stick out her butt, and shake it alongside them whenever they ask.

And I’m gonna stay

cool,

calm

and collected,

and we’re gonna have terrific summer.

(I tell myself with t-minus one hour left until school lets out for summer.)