Why is parenting so hard? Why? And why do I “fail” even if I know how I should do it? Fail = scream and shout.

The kids room looks like shit, like shit. I could clean them for them, but I do not want to. Because they will need to know what they have and where their stuff is, which they won’t if I do it for them. On the other hand their rooms will be a health hazard if they are not clean.

So we fought about it. A really bad, non-constructive fight. And I cannot understand why I started it. Because it was me.

Better luck next time.