Daddy is an ogre

Or at least I sure feel like one lately. It seems like I am always getting on the kids about something. Don't get me wrong. I adore my children. They are intelligent, fun, funny, clever, and sweet. They are also whiny, demanding, crabby, and boundary pushers, and sometimes I want to throttle the whole lot of them! It's hard being the father of three children, age 5 and under. It's really hard. I don't think I acknowledge that fact enough. It's hard!

So much of the time, I come home weary, and it doesn't take much from the kids to get me going. I don't like feeling crabby towards them. I don't like being the "executioner," as I sometimes call myself. Sometimes it feels like all I do is lay down the law, and get the kids ready for bed. I have memories from a few years ago when I actually played with the children more. I read to them. I had fun with them. I don't have as much fun these days.

Things got really difficult after we had our third child. They say that number three is the hardest one on the family, and I believe it. I've really become worn out over the past two years, and my old coping strategies aren't working for me. I want to reach out to the Lord more for strength, but it is really hard for me. I'm so used to taking care of myself and doing things for myself. I'm independent to a fault, and I've been that way for as long as I can remember. It's hard to reach out to anyone for help and strength, even someone as wonderful as Jesus. I'm really struggling right now, and I feel like I'm reaching the end of my rope.

I'm sitting in the computer room at Aspen Grove writing this because I've been an ogre this evening, and I want it to stop. I want to be able to enjoy a vacation with my family. You know, I think I'm beginning to understand why my Uncle Ralph doesn't enjoy vacations and special events very much. Lots of work, lots of stress, lots of money, and people who whine about what they don't have instead of appreciating what they are given. Sometimes I feel the same way toward my kids. I'm sure that sometimes God feels that way about me. I understand why God wants us to be grateful and thankful for the rich blessings He has given us, instead of always asking Him for more.

I don't know where this post is going. I just needed to get the feelings out somewhere. For those of you who may be reading this, please remember me in your prayers. I am a firm believer in the power of prayer. I have seen miracles happen due to the prayers of the believers. I believe that prayer can even turn me from an ogre back into a human being.