I Love My Kids

Really, I do. But sometimes...I can't stand them. Sometimes I can't stand the sight, sound or smell of them. Sometimes I wish I could wake up and be footloose and kid-free. Parenting kids with trauma histories the hardest thing I've ever done. I've heard other parents talk about how much they appreciate who and what they've become while parenting kids like this. What? You mean an angry, stressed out, crying, raving lunatic? Maybe that's just me. Apparently I'm not to the thankful part yet.