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Today I threatened my kids with public school and day care.
There, I said it. Not my best moment. Or my worst to be honest.
I just lost my mind.
None of my usual parenting techniques were working. I would sit down with the kids and play with them, get them all settled, and happily playing–then I’d get up to do some of my own tasks (fun things like dishes and laundry) and no joke–SECONDS LATER–someone is screaming or crying.
Why are kids such babies?! UGH!
I sent my husband an email that basically said that I had been taken hostage by the children and to send snacks and juice if he wanted me back. I know he just loves getting those kind of emails when he’s at work.
Why are some days like this? So chaotic and out of control from the beginning–when you’re ready for nap time before 9am. It’s raining and storming outside so we can’t go out there to get some fresh air. At 8am, my oldest son, Ethan, came running up from the basement to tell me that Grant (the 3 year old) just urinated in the trash can in his (Ethan’s) bedroom. If that’s not bad enough, I hear Ethan say to Grant (when he thought I couldn’t hear of course) “Grant, I was waiting for you to do that so I could tell Mommy” Ummm…so you’re telling me that I get to clean pee out of a full trash can all because you wanted to get your brother in trouble. SERIOUSLY!?
But I made it to nap time which means that I will be able to survive. God willing.
Now I need to hit the reset button.
How do I just let that stress go–the anger at a full morning wasted with yelling and anger and defiance? How do I just forget about all of the things on my to-do list? My husband is taking the kids out of town over night (yay!) but I need to pack their bags and get them ready to leave. Then we are camping early next week and right after that we are having family (2 adults and their 4 children) coming to stay with us through the fourth. So I have a lot to do, but the kids just don’t understand that.
So yeah, about that reset button.
I try to remember that this is just one day in the span of a lifetime–it doesn’t really matter. I try to think of the worst case scenario–and when that scenario doesn’t scare me, I know it’ll be ok. I do a “brain dump” which is where I make a big list of each and every little thing in my brain until I can’t think of another single issue. It’s funny how small it all looks on paper. Lots of prayer. And lastly, I try to remember the good things about this life.
There’s no ground-breaking advice here. Probably nothing that will change your life. Just a reminder that you’re not alone on your bad days. There is always someone who can relate.
At the end of the day when I’m reflecting on how it went, I try to remember this: one bad moment does not make a bad mom. And I really do believe that.