Thursday, August 2, 2012


Sometimes I give my kids treats.  When I give my kids treats I sometimes set unrealistic expectations that the rest of the entire day (or perhaps my entire life) should go smoothly.  They should act perfectly, never fighting, never talking back.  They should practically raise themselves, but make me look good while they're doing it.  I know it's wrong, but still I allow my mind to go here.

Maybe I still have vacation brain.  Maybe I just need a good hard slap across the face to snap me out of it.  Maybe I'm just lazy and don't want to face the cold hard facts: raising great human beings is hard work.  It involves sweat, tears, and a good of sense of humor.

It may be time to lay off the "treats" for a while.  They don't seem to be treating anyone well lately.


  1. Hey Brianna!

    This post (along with many of your other ones!) has struck a chord with me- we just vacationed to Florida/Disney World and I thought I was going to lose my freaking mind when I heard whining after disney world or lavish trips to the Lego store... but, alas, children remain to be children.

    Hope you don't mind I added your blog to mine :)

  2. Sara, I just saw your blog and can't believe I've been missing out on it. Of course you can add my blog to yours! I am honored.

    I am so grateful to not be alone in these feelings. We too did the Disney World trip. At the time my kids were 5, 3, and almost 1. I distinctly remember being there, looking around and thinking, "They should call this the brattiest place on earth instead of the happiest place on earth." It was so frustrating. Never mind the fact that my daughter had an ear infection or that we were there in August and it was about 1000 degrees. I was so unrealistic.

    Kids are kids and to some extent I still have so many selfish kid feelings in me.