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.