Thursday morning stunk. You don’t need to know the details – same old, same old from the kids. Yelling, annoying each other, tattling, hitting, throwing brother’s toys into the (empty) bathtub. What you do need to know is my reaction.
When the kids got out the door, I lost it. I called Steve and cried for a moment, then had an inspiration. I hung up the phone, opened the camcorder app, and made a video for the kids about why I hate mornings. It’s 2 minutes of pure guilt trip. And you know what I did when they came home from school? I showed it to them. I made them watch two minutes of Mommy being an ugly crier. Yeah, I’m not a graceful weeper. That, coupled with the angle at which I was holding the camera made for an ugly video overall .
Then there are my words. The word “hate” is banned in our house. The kids aren’t allowed to say it, and Steve and I don’t say it. I think I said it 37 times in those 2 minutes. Mostly, “I hate mornings because….” Not my best mommy moment.
What about you? Got any mommy (or daddy) moments you care to share?
P.S. Click for me, please! My future as a fabulously famous writer lies in your hands… (need a guilt trip to convince you? apparently, I’m pretty good at those)