tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640457335832183781.post1236788916129215728..comments2023-06-28T04:30:36.621-04:00Comments on Not raising brats: My day, my lifeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00208693126891771898noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640457335832183781.post-20188450111005884322012-04-09T20:42:35.811-04:002012-04-09T20:42:35.811-04:00Both home and work were frustrating to me in diffe...Both home and work were frustrating to me in different ways but I had lots more experience in the work world. Parenting gets better little by little but it's a learning curve thing I think.Ericahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16000855909928637073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640457335832183781.post-22590986631001868072012-04-09T20:01:39.460-04:002012-04-09T20:01:39.460-04:00Yes!! I manage the stress of 80 teens and yearbook...Yes!! I manage the stress of 80 teens and yearbook deadlines quite well. I am tired to the bone because of a six month old who doesn't sleep all night, and this affects my ability to focus and my patience at home. I yell at home, not at work. I think it's partly because our children can't fire us and we have more experiene in the professional wold than in the mothering one. Plus, our clientele at home is unreasonable at lesser 80 percent of the time. No, Evan, you can't have Easter candy for dinner. **waaahhhh!** Evan! We don't poop in the bathtub!! **commence fake cry here while little sister cries from tired** holidays mess with my kids, too. One of these years were going to flat out refuse to travel and let them come to us.Erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04574719839407675227noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640457335832183781.post-12099828966909934482012-04-09T19:25:36.821-04:002012-04-09T19:25:36.821-04:00These are the moments I LOVE working. I crave the...These are the moments I LOVE working. I crave the control over craziness at work as it is all so desperately important in that moment but over quickly with no lasting scars. It makes me feel so accomplished while home makes me feel guilty, tired and cranky sometimes. Everyone at home is way more important than work but they tend to see my worst self at the end of the day with my glasses and no make-up. Work seems me in a suit ready to tackle shite and take no prisoners. There is a karate chop in there. I can't explain it.Cupcake Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14795300679434738620noreply@blogger.com