Lately, I find myself wondering what the future holds.

Will my kids go to good schools, will the friends they have now be their friends for life, how on EARTH I’m going to feed them when they’re teenagers [for some reason, everyone thinks I’m joking about that second mortgage], and what kind of men they’ll be.

This is sorta prompted by Butter being an absolute hellion the past few weeks. He’s been more defiant, quicker to push his boundaries, and overall just THREE. I’ve been told by some people it’s like a switch flips when they turn four. Sorry, friends. I’m not buying that until he wakes up sweet and charming on Tuesday. Don’t get me wrong, he’s generally a good kid, but man oh man has he been a brat recently. He was sent to bed early the other night for ignoring his Pop’s instructions about something. He’s spent loads of time in the thinking chair, and if I have to tell him to leave his brother alone/give that toy back to his brother/insert something he’s doing to pester his brother here one more timeā€¦ Well. Let’s just say I won’t be winning Mother of the Year 2012.

How do you deal with toddlers? I need all the help I can get.

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