...there was Wednesday.
I knew it would happen. I really did. Josh and I had a garden party to attend (doesn't that sound so much more sophisticated than I really am?) Tuesday evening, and the friend who took the children felt it would be easier for her to keep them all night. Because this is a good friend I know well who knows my children (and their issues) well and whose children are friends with mine, I agreed. Knowing.
I picked the kids up, and a fight broke out in the back of the Suburban about Princess's thermos, whether or not it was leaking, and whether or not it was Peanut's fault. When we got home, Princess got out and threw her (expensive for me) thermos down on the driveway. I did not have a therapeutic moment. I went nutso.
"Non-Therapeutic Interaction"
-by Kerrie
K: Oh that's nice! I hope you enjoy drinking water for lunch in second grade. Fine! If you don't care about your things, neither do I! (K proceeds to throw Princess's overnight equipment out of the car onto the driveway)
P: You're making it dirty! You're mean!
K: Yeah, well, if you don't care about your things, why should I?
(by this point, we are both stomping and yelling and pointing fingers and throwing things and being very mature)
A: Yeah, well, you're supposed to treat others the way you want to be treated!
K: What!!!! What did you just say to me!!!!
A: (spits giant wad of Hubba Bubba at K)
K: (waits til P isn't looking and puts giant wad of Hubba Bubba inside P's shoe)
A: (pe.es pant out of spite and throws them down the stairs)
(The writer of this blog is in no way insinuating that anyone has this type of conversation with their child. The writer of this blog also fully realizes how immature she was)
"What I Should Have Said"
-by Kerrie
Yep. That would be nothing. NOTHING. I should have said nothing. I should have bit my cheeks until they bleed, gone up to my room, locked the door, and pounded all the poky feathers out of my pillow until the urge passed.
And now this is where I sigh heavily and acknowledge that I stunk.
And move on.
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Well, I can't tell you how GOOD IT FEELS to read a fellow 'STINKING' mom's story!! :-/ Thanks SO MUCH for being real and encouraging me by making OUR many 'smelly' moments feel less lonely! (please do so more!)
ReplyDeleteyes... thanks Kerrie.... I have RAD moments myself.... I become a child I play Tic for Tac and I talk just like they do.... I know what I should be saying but oh my them nice words just are not coming out of my mouth.... and your right ..we just have to move on ...
ReplyDeleteOh, boy! I have SO been there. Sarcasm is useless with just about ANY child. So - why do I ever use it on A? Dumb, just dumb. I'm glad to know I'm not alone.
ReplyDeleteWow, this could have been me! I never swore at my older children, but these last two....scary! I go for counselling when I need someone to tell me that I really am a good mom, and it isn't about me...but sometimes I wonder.
ReplyDeleteOh, it could have been me, too. "Shut-up" is what I have been repeating to myself over and over for the past two days.
ReplyDeleteI practice trying to weigh out the consequences: How will I feel in two hours if I say what I am thinking, even if I am right?
or
How will if feel in two hours if I shut-up?
Shut-up usually wins. But sometimes I act before I think. Ready, FIRE, Aim!