Don't get me wrong. I LOVE my children. More than anything in the world. I would cross the ocean, move mountains, pretty much do anything for them. The issue I have is sometimes I feel like I don't really like them.
I should qualify that it's more because of things they are doing, and if anyone was doing these things I wouldn't like them at that moment either.
Example 1 is when the phone rings. The crazies will all be playing nicely, or watching a show and then BOOM, the phone rings and all HELL breaks loose. Crazy 1 usually needs something at that exact moment, Crazy 2 decides to run around the island singing his ABC's at the top of his lungs, and Crazy 3 of course starts to cry and scream. At this moment, I don't really like any of my children.
Example 2 is when I am making dinner. This only really affects Crazy 1 and Crazy 2 as the rule of the house is to stay out of the kitchen when I am cooking. It never fails, just as I am about to open the oven, they decide to start running through the kitchen playing some sort of game of tag. Again, at this moment I don't really like them.
I could go on and on with examples of situations and instances where I might not like 1, 2 or all 3 of my children. I am coming to the realization that it's OK not to like the things they do, that it's OK to not always even like them at a given moment. I would never tell them this, I usually just tell them I don't like their actions or not say anything at all.
All I really do know is I do LOVE my children. Even through all the craziness, there is always laughter and lots of love in our house and in the end that is what matters!
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