I feel like the worst parent ever.
Today, I have yelled more times about more things than I care to believe.
I’ve yelled about placemats, milk, table manners.
I’ve yelled about pee, both child and dog.
I’ve yelled about EATING FOAM ROLLERS AND WHY IT IS STUPID!!
I’ve yelled about chasing the dog. I’ve yelled at the dog.
I’ve yelled about getting dressed, brushing teeth, brushing hair, and FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE STOP JUMPING ON THE COUCH.
I’ve yelled so much that I’ve actually gagged on my own voice and had to step out into the cool air of the sunporch to compose myself.
I’ve sent children to their rooms more times than they are years old. I’ve locked the dog in her kennel, and she hasn’t whimpered once.
I’m coming down from a great weekend, but an exhausting and busy one. One where I didn’t get to spend any time with my kids, and now they are acting out. C-boo has peed herself FOUR times today. Four. The dog has had more accidents than I can count. The only peace I’ve had today was when I sent them downstairs to watch TV for a bit, only to find that they’d eaten chunks out of my foam roller. We’ve been fighting with each other since the moment they woke up, feeding off each other’s anger, and I am DONE.
I am so done with today. My temper is past its maximum, and I’m tired. I’m throwing out my to do list and curling up on my couch. I’m making my kids lunch, and then we are having a nap because I am done.
I love getting time to myself, but not at this price. We are all out of whack, and it makes me sick and sad
Today’s fights aren’t worth it. I need some reiki love, because today sucks.