First off that's not my kid!

Why is it that the little one can't get along with the big one; the middle one is arguing with the grown-up one and the female parent is pissed at them all! Sound familiar? Unfortunately it's all too familiar at our house. The best laid plans just blowing up in tears and screams- sorry Nigel.

While he is the level headed parent, that only means I get the extreme pleasure of being the total ass. I get to be the tyrant on a rant; as it were. It's all exhausting and usually ends with someone saying they are sorry to me. The end is fine, I suppose, but can't we just avoid the whole rigga-more-o?

To sum up these frequent interactions: it's like doing downward facing dog, keeping your mind clear and beautiful, slowly you open you eyes and there's the toddler smiling up at you from inside the curve of your body in it's positions. The most Zen places make the most wonderful spots for insane amounts of, well, insanity. Namastae.