I lost it a tiny bit today on my middle child. I yelled at her and probably made her feel horrible, but it’s all I could do to not have a full blown meltdown. She stopped me in the middle of my mad rush to get to a client to tell me how much she wants her own room. Now. I never lived with a sibling. For a few years I shared a room with my dad’s girlfriends daughter but I knew better than to think to complain. I was raised much differently.
Of course, one wants their children to have better than one did and one never wants their child to have worries about money or “adult problems”. So this is essentially an understandable kid problem but I lost 6 bookings this week with a couple that was too distracted to cancel them ahead of time.
So I said to her “I really need you to be grateful for what you have. It may not be exactly what you want but it’s still pretty good. You have a roof over your head and food to eat.”. I went on for longer than she wanted and she left deflated and sullen but I swear to God……
Where is that fine line between shielding them from our problems and facing them with reality? Do I tell them how I’m struggling to just maintain even that much for them? I can’t even bare to think about it.
I love them so much. I want for them the world. Damn kids!! Maybe we should go feed the homeless, or do some volunteer work. Maybe I’m doing them a disservice trying to make their life happy and bright.
Don’t I have enough on my plate? Seriously though. Goodness!! 🙄🙄🙄