In the meantime, though, I feel like I've lost control of my children completely. I really need help here. I have the three (special needs 6 yr old boy, 2 1/2, and 1 1/2 yr old girls) They walk all over me and run my house. I feel like those horrific families on Supernanny. I don't know what I'm doing wrong, though. I swear I'm following all the respected parenting techniques. They get positive reinforcement, 1-2-3 time outs, plenty of outside time, excersize, socialization, daily and weekly chores around the house, and they eat healthy. I restrict TV time and game time to a bare minimum and try to make them earn their privileges.
But here I am to the point of screaming my head off all day long because they won't listen to me unless I yell at the top of my lungs. If they are in one room together for more than 10 seconds they're beating up on one another and fighting loudly. I can't leave them for even the time it takes me to clean one room in my house, and they've got the rest of the house trashed. No matter how much I make them pick up their own messes, they fight and yell and cry about it until eventually at least 2 or the 3 are in time outs. Then after they've picked up, they go right back to destroying it all again. EVERYTHING has become a battle.
I'm half tempted to take ALL their toys away, leave their rooms bare and throw them outside to let them fight it out for the summer. Last kid standing wins? J/K ;) My 2 year old won't stay out of anything and she can get through all the childproof locks/gates/doorknobs. She's taken to shrieking at the top of her lungs if anything doesn't go her way, tantruming, and flatly refusing to potty train. Worst of all- she's teaching my younger daughter all of these things as well, so I'm about to have two awful girls on my hands. As if one wasn't bad enough. My son has taken to whining and begging and moping around the house all day. I literally have to FORCE the kid to go outside and play, then he sits out there moaning about how he wants to come in.
My husband tries to help as much as he can, but unfortunately he has to work a lot. On the few days he is home, he's ready to kill them himself by the end of the day. My friends are starting to comment that "Rachel, you know we love your kids- but they're psycho." My house has become one tension ridden, screaming, fighting, crying, bickering war zone and I'M SICK OF IT! I feel like the worst mom on earth and I'm seriously tempted some days to just drive away. That makes me feel even worse. I'm humiliated to even admit I'm having half of these problems.
PLEASE HELP, I'M DESPERATE HERE!