I don't know what to do about the fighting in this house. It is constant bickering, screaming, yelling, hitting, kicking, biting, teasing, whining and temper tantrums in this house.
I try rewarding for good behavior.
I try time-outs.
I try talking to them.
I try taking their stuff away.
I resort to yelling and screaming and the occasional spanking when the 3 year old tries to bite off the 5 year old's fingers.
It's enough to make me want to pull my hair out.
No one listens to me. Sometimes I want to walk out the front door and keep going.
I'm sure a lot of it has to do with my current surging hormones and the fact that I am exhausted...but it seems so much worse lately. Everyday, I am struggling not to lose it.
Why can't they just get along? They have their moments when they are all playing dress-up, or school or circus...and I think "Finally! They are finally getting along." Sadly, that doesn't last very long and I find myself with a huge mess to contend with and four kids that are having melt-downs.
I want my husband to come home to a clean house, children fed and bathed and the babies in bed. Instead, he comes home to a messy house that I gave up on, kids that ate a cinnamon roll and strawberries for dinner and a flooded bathroom...because for the ten minutes of quiet that it gave me, I let them having swimming lessons in the tub during bath time.
When he walks in the door, I shut down. I hand them over to him, wordlessly, and retreat into a blanket on the couch, that I only emerge from for bedtime kisses and hugs. After having them for 14 hours by myself, Josh walking in the door is the only thing saving me from repeatedly banging my head against the wall.
How in the world am I going to survive this summer?