Every word is no

I feel like the only thing I say all day is no. No to Evan climbing on the back of the couch, no to him jumping down, no to him scaling the entertainment center, no to him ripping the curtains off their rods. No more Elmo, no more juice, no more chocolate or cheese. No taking off his diaper, no peeing on the floor.

I am a broken record. I don't know how to get him to listen. I'm not sure if it's that he doesn't understand, or doesn't care to do what I ask. To him, I am one giant party pooper. And I try to be creative, I try to distract--sometimes it works, sometimes it's just no no no.

Tonight Mike could see that I was getting super frazzled with this constant battling, so he took Evan out for a little while. That is so appreciated, but it also sucks because then I feel like I don't see my husband at all. During the week we drift apart--our days are full of work and our nights are full of things to do and errands to run and baths and all that great stuff. I get the laundry done, but I sacrifice family time. We try to catch up on weekends, but sometimes it feels like we're just running a race.

We need to slow down. I need to find a better solution than a hundred no's.