Today I feel like a horrible mother. I was in a fine mood until I picked my lovely, wonderful son up at school. And he started to spin like a top, and chatter on and on about Pokemon, and yammer on about nothing else. Then, when we got home, it was like pulling teeth to get him to do his spelling. Tears ensued (as they often do), but the spelling test is 2 days early this week because they have Thursday and Friday off, so if we don't get it right today, his spelling test results are bad (and on the report card he brought home yesterday, spelling had gone from an A to a B, so I'm focused on that a bit right now). So I yell at him. And get mad at him. And hug him. And he screws around. And I get mad again. It's like an evil little dance - with some tears being real and some being fake - and some of my anger being real and some just to get my point across. In any case now I feel like crying because I just can't get through to ...
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