My children are giving me a run for my money right now. I am, truth be told, tired of being the mom at least once or twice a day, and not in a little way. In that big, weight of the world on your shoulders, how the hell did THIS happen way that almost any parent is familiar with. Those moments usually comes in waves, and right now it's sort of like there's an offshore storm that's making the waves faster, higher and more intense.
The good thing about having been at this business for nearly 17 (!) years is that I can start to see some patterns, and I think they'll hold even at my children's advanced ages. With these times of aggravation and strife come a few things: I get better at parenting (as does Rob). The kids grow (sometimes intellectually, sometimes emotionally, sometimes physically, sometimes a combination). I grow as a person, if I'm paying attention and remembering to consciously meet the challenge. And best of all, we all feel so much better when it's over.
So I need to just focus on the When It's Over part. Because it will be over.