Five minutes ago I was psycho mom, screaming at my kids. They were pestering me and not listening, making messes and trying to pour milk, water spilled to the floor, Brielle is grabbing everything in sight like a wildebeest shopping for crystal, Aviana is asking nonstop questions and not even hearing my responses, and all the while I’m truly trying to help them while also trying to get last nights dishes done so I can find the sink, take my shake and wait impatiently for my allergy medicine to make a dent in the horrible head, and generally wake up. To say I felt beleaguered and overwhelmed would be an understatement, which does not in any way excuse my behavior.
Five minutes after my tantrum, Kevin walked in to find them calmly engaged in a color mixing activity, with me sitting across the table nursing my coffee. He thinks I’m the best mom in the world.
I only feel a little guilty for letting him continue to think so.
5 thoughts on “What a difference five minutes makes”
You ARE the best mom in the world for your girls! We all have our moments… thankfully our kids forgive easily.
Hope that allergy medicine is working – I had a headache yesterday ( I was stuck in the van with a crying baby, a movie going, and it was hot! Ugg!) and all I wanted to do was crawl under my covers and sleep. Not with kids though!! All that to say – I feel your pain!
Hope your Friday is great!
ah yes… the ‘moment’ we ALL have. Any mom who says they NEVER lose it is LYING!!! 😉
I hate it when I have my “mean mom moments” too. Shows what a great mom you are-that you feel guilty about it.
Glad the poo day was yours and not mine! But when they have to go they have to go.
Ohhh, don’t feel bad at all! Because you are SO NOT ALONE!
That kind of morning happens about every other day in my house! 🙂
I have those days WAY TOO OFTEN! Sometimes I don’t eat lunch until TWO PM!
*HUGS* Sista, I know you need one!