to get in his car seat, so i was honestly already worn out from that interaction before we left the driveway. finally safely buckled in, my two boys had started fighting in the back seat before we were more than a few miles from home, and i thought i was just going to lose it completely.
why can’t they just be quiet and enjoy the scenery?!
what went through my head? “do they hate me? are they trying to torture me?” it felt really personal. and the last thing i wanted to do was something nice for them. we were going to the park so that they could play with their friends, 