Hard Days

I knew that raising kids would be hard, but who would have thought that it would be doubley (is that even a word?) hard to fight with your husband on how to raise them. A simple trip to take all of them for a haircut turned into a husband with road rage yelling at Spencer just cause he was acting like a four year old boy. He was whining and crying because he was hungry, and his daddy didn't like it. He got a yell and a stearn warning about being quiet...which, of course, didn't help, but just made him cry even more. Mom consoled him while getting angry at dad. Which, turned into a fight about proper parenting. He wasn't mad at Spencer, but at the heavy traffic. Hungry at dinner time....imagine that!
I will stop my rambling on, and try to forget yet another fight about parenting.