I am finding parenting incredibly chalenging today. And for the better part of yesterday when I was really making an effort to be present to where they were.
They are both having a tantrum on the steps because I wanted them to have outside time. Am I asking them to conform too much? Or are they just being brats?
I am so desperate to move somewhere that entices them (and me!) outside to be in the guts of life. My patience is running thin being stuck in the heat and dust and burrs and wasps and snakes and dull landscape and 6 days by spaceship from anything.
If I wasn't feeding Monty I think I'd be drinking by now!
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