If there's anything that can single-handedly make you feel like a huge failure, and yet in the same breath like you're the best ever, it's parenting.
Parenting is hard, people. And discipline is the worst part.
I truly hate it when my children make poor choices and force me to discipline them. I don't like it at all. But I know it's necessary.
Right now, when I'm in the midst of the discipline (and the silent treatment from one of above-mentioned children), it helps me to remember that I was no saint as a child. I gave my parents plenty of attitude, but I think I turned out ok. My brother really gave my parents a run for their money, but he's turned out ok, too.
And the saving grace in all of this is that both me and my brother have a wonderful relationship with my parents. So I suppose there's still hope that my kids will get over the discipline and love me in the end, right?