OK this is hard.

This is harder than I thought. I underestimate the control freak I am. And especially with kids, you get in your routine, your *way*. I like my way. But living at someone else's house throw s a wrench into everything. The worst part? I have less patience for the kids because I know how they are affecting others. Grandma can't sleep in. Grandpa can't watch baseball without getting interrupted by screaming/fighting/joyful kids. Their tenant hates us and complains weekly about it. And I hate to harp oon the kids, trying to get them to behave themselves. Because at the end of the day, they are under 4 years old. They need time and space to be a little nutty. I feel like my whole approach has been changed because of our living situation. And I don't like it. I want to get back to my way, my approach. I miss it and the kids do too.