Do you ever have those days where you wander around, repeating this mantra: Do not beat the children. That would be bad. Do not beat the children. That would be bad. Do not beat the children... What's really neat is when someone gives me a funny look and I realize I'm actually saying it out loud. Yeah, that makes me feel pretty good about myself.
I had a day like that yesterday.
In fact, I have a story for you - one that probably shouldn't be repeated lest I have Social Services show up at my door to declare me an unfit mother. Here's what went down. I was in Walmart with Millie and Riley, doing some grocery shopping. I had just picked Riley up from school, which was my first mistake (not the picking-him-up part, although sometimes it's tempting to "forget", but taking him somewhere immediately after school - that one always bites me in the, um, rear). He was tired and cranky and wanted my attention, which was unfortunate since Millie is under the impression that she's the center of the universe and was keeping up a constant stream of "Mom, look at this!" Finally, I told her to zip it and had Riley sit down for a time out right in the middle of the store. After he calmed down a bit, I asked him to stand up and follow me. He refused. At this point, I decided I didn't care to deal with him anymore. I believe my exact words were, "Get up and follow me or find your own way home." And then I walked off. Yeah, I'm that type of mom. About sixty seconds later, I heard my name on the loud speaker, asking me to make my way to the fitting room to claim my lost child. I had a split second of indecision (because, hey, I'm human) and then wheeled my cart in the right direction.
I'd like to say that the rest of the shopping trip went smoothly, but that would be a falsehood. I even cranked up the radio on the drive home and pretended I couldn't hear the six hundred ninety-four questions directed at me by the two small humans I once grew inside me. Once home, I consumed roughly half of a bag of M&Ms. And I'm not talking the one-serving sized bag, either. When Adam got home, he asked me how things were going. I told him the truth. "We're all alive, so I guess it's going as well as can be expected." Luckily, I had seven and a half hours of uninterrupted sleep to remind me that I do indeed love my children. So all is well again.
For now.
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11 comments:
I'm that kind of mom,too. ha! motherhood!
Public service announcement: You are normal. And we all have days like that. In fact I usually have at least one a week. At least.
Your intro reminded me of a book I read once called Mommy Mantras. It was good. :)
You are the best mom :). I say that more because I've had moments exactly like this. It's when we get the rested sleep we need that makes us better :). Candy told me about a lady that killed her kids because they were being disobedient. As Candy was on the phone with me telling me about his horrific event. I was totally understanding of where that could come from. I could so do that. I think the part that scares me more is the fact that I've thought of what might happen if the State came and got my kids....would I fight to get them back??? Maybe after long awaited break I might receive....but maybe again, I wouldn't. Who knows. The fact of the matter is. We all have horrific days as being a mother. It's just wonderful to me to see that Perfect Becky is more like me than I thought :). Hang in there lady.....your still a great mom.
only 60 seconds?!? they needed to at least let him stay lost for 5 minutes - enough time for you to breathe and him to get good and scared that you meant what you said!!!
I won't tell you about the time I walked out of the mall/drove away from the park/left my own house... because I've promised to stop leaving guest posts in my friends' comment boxes...
but I will tell you that I've had to mutter "I will not toss my kids out the window" while driving down the street.
To answer your question, all the time!
Excellent. Two out of four children just told me that I'm the Worst Mother Ever and I can hear them crying and commiserating together in the basement. As we speak.
I need some M&Ms too.
And this is why sometimes I'm okay with being single and childless:)
We all have days like that, don't we? I hope today has been better!
Sometimes I am amazed that our race has not gone extinct.
It's good to read this and know that we all deal with the same feelings.
I hope the M&Ms helped.
Occasionally getting sleep is the only reason my kids are still around.
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