ugh

Going to post. Nay, rant. Going to rant. I LOVE my children. Dearly. I really do. But some days... Some days parenting is not my favorite thing in the world. Everyone in our family has adjusted well to baby Daniel. First two months were much better than I had anticipated. Especially since everyone says the third child is the hardest. For me, the hardest still remains the first child. Anyway. Two or so weeks ago, Joel started having issues when going to bed. Started by crying for water. The first night he only calmed down when we gave in. Which we only did because we were flabbergasted by this unnatural behavior. The second night, we made sure he got a nice big drink before going upstairs to bed. Again, crying for water. Several nights of screaming and crying. Then Lucas picked up where Joel left off. All of a sudden, we cannot close the door or turn off the hall light because Lucas began SCREAMING and pounding on the bedroom door nightly. Bloody murder. Once we finally calmed Lucas down on the screaming front, Joel picked back up again with the water thing. Or ice. Or singing another song. So on and so on. And, by request, we have received all sorts of advice on how to handle the situation. My personal tactic, let them scream it out. If they have a clean diaper, a full belly and good health, they can learn to get over it. Unfortunately, this meant Joel screamed for two solid hours the other night. Seriously. Really frustrated over the fact that my normally amazing sleepers have been so terrible at bedtime. Not to mention embarrassed for the neighbors' sake. UGH. -End rant-