OK. So, I will stop the losing battles. I will stop trying to make the kids clean their rooms and their bathrooms. I will stop trying to make the kids do their laundry, and hang it up. I will stop trying to make them rinse their dishes and put them in the dishwasher. I will stop trying to tell my son not to go to the church he wants. I will stop trying to make my daughter tell me what is really going on with her, and stop trying to make her accept my help. I will stop riding them about their homework.
Yes, I will no longer have any expectations at all for either of my teens. That should decrease the number of arguments and disagreements at least by 3/4! And, I am no longer going to try to tell them they have been at so and so’s house too much and need to take a break. No sir! I officially no longer care what they do. The only rule from here on out is to be home by city curfew. If they aren’t, I will call the cops. That is now the only official rule.
I wish they were gone already, then I could be too. I’m so tired of this unforgiving, unyielding life. Even the thing I love most in the world, the thing that has kept me alive for so many years, is now turned upon me. Now, I have nothing. No reason to go on, except that they won’t leave yet.