So, i mentioned once before (in passing) that my husband and i work opposite shifts. I work in a management function for a huge insurance company, he works in a more entry level position in the same company. As such my job sort of dictates our scheduling. Right now i am working the ultra horrible schedule of 9-5:30 with Thursdays and Sundays off. My husband works (this is no joke, i know its horrible) 6am-8:45 am and then again 6pm-11pm with the same days off. So we get two days off together but every other day of the week we are like married single parents. There is a lot of inconsistency, even though we dont mean for their to be. Our kids are generally good, but there is a lot of back talk and flatly refusing to do what we say. Now, granted, they are 1 and nearly 3... However both children have a tendency to throw fits. and i dont know why because it is never effective (at least not with me, or when i am with their dad). My daughter yesterday (shes almost three) was in the bathtub and because she didnt want to lean her head back so i could wash her hair she screamed so loud and so hard that she nearly threw up. My mom was visiting and thought i had tried to give the kid an apendectomy with a spoon. I wasnt yelling, i washing pushing her under the water, nothing. she was just fighting and screaming. the boy does the same thing, but since he has fewer words i never know what he wants, he just arches his back until he falls on his head and then screams and pushes himself across the floor with his feet. So, getting back to our schedules: As you can see my hours with the kids are from wake up-8:20(when we leave for work) and 530-bedtime (which for DS is 7 an DD is 830). So naturually my role with the kids consists of wake up, breakfast, teeth brushed, clothes on get out the door (and chicken chores/garden watering/general house clean up) then dinner, bath, bed. Im stupidly stubborn about food so i demand that they eat "REAL" food. No hamburger helper in my house. but for some reason im ok with them eating beans and tortillas for dinner as long as i made them from scratch. So meals take up a good part of that time. I think its important for their development that they know what food is, where it comes from, that it doesnt magically come out of the microwave (enter the chickens and gardens). Ok thats a lot of back story to get to this point: I'm darn exhausted. I want to cry 100% of the time. My kids think of me as the mean lady who just makes them get dressed and brush teeth and eat vegetables while daddy gets to be the fun guy who takes them to the gym, to the play area at the mall, to the park, the zoo, the duck pond. the only bad thing he has is nap time. he gives Popsicles in the middle of the day that i cant give because either its 8 am or they didnt eat their dinners. every night its a battle with my kids. they throw fits rather than eat or take baths or whatever. Every night i put them down screaming and im so angry and frustrated that i dont even want to hug them and say "I love you good night" because i just want them to STOP SCREAMING. Oh and to top it all off every time my daughter doesnt want to do what ive told her (bath, eat, come inside, brush teeth whatever) she screams "i want my daddy!!" I live in town with only my in laws and they are always fawning over my husband, how hard it must be to have his schedule. how awful i am to do that to him, how great a daddy is to our kids all day, and all of that is true really. but it seems like no one appreciates how emotionally taxing it is to have your kids frequently tell you "i dont love you, i love daddy" when you try to put them to bed. and now, to add injury to insult I went to urgent care saturday cause i thought i had kidney stones, they put me on antibiotics and said "if its not better by monday call your doctor" but i couldnt afford to miss work today so i didnt go and now my back feels like im being stabbed by a dull knife! But its so inconvenient to be ill! and be crying all the time. this was a rant. if you made it through the whole thing you are to be commended.