I demand to know where my instruction manual was misplaced. Some days I feel like I got the version that is entirely in languages I do not understand. Two boys that I love beyond belief but am so tired of feeling like a failure as a parent. When my difficult child looks me in the eye and tells a bold faced lie I think how can this be. I want to run to that manual and look for the button that will make all of this stop. Am I a bad parent for wishing for easy and uncomplicated? Love them just tired today of the indoor battleground. But theres always tomorrow...