Today was not great. I was on the verge of tears throughout the whole day. I yelled to much, snapped to easily, judged to quick, and had almost no patience...I actually asked one of the children to stop laughing...but that was mostly because I was convinced that she was laughing at me.
It didn't help that we had 2 doctors appointments scheduled, and picked up a 3rd appointment by noon. Sitting for extended periods of time, in a confined space with several children repeating "mommy, mommy, mommy!" is a lot like Chinese water torture.
I felt alone and frustrated today. I felt like everything I did was wrong. Screaming at the kids to be quiet, or telling them to use their manners while I myself was talking with my mouth full. I could see them mirroring everything I was doing. A bad attitude is contagious, and I was sneezing and coughing this nasty virus all over them.
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed and was taking it on the 5 people I love the most.
They were no angels either today but they are good kids. They make mistakes, and they have bad days...wait a second...that sounds familiar...in the future though I would like us to discuss who's turn it is to have a bad day, they cannot coincide with my bad days.
OK so I guess we all kinda had a bad day...
Parent's always say there is no rule book...but I bet kids think the same thing sometimes. Those moments where they do or say something wrong and have a real look of shock on their face, as if in their head they are thinking "OH CRAP. THIS IS BAD...MOM LOOKS PISSED" and try to get the word "sorry" out as fast and repetitive as possible.
I want to make the right choices, and be proud of myself at the end of the day, but sometimes I fail. As do my children. It doesn't change how much we love each other one bit, and the best part is that the next day we get to start all over and try again.