Lately I’ve been a pretty nice mommy despite Eliza waking up 3-4 times a night. I’ve been able to see the cuteness and humor in most of the things the kids do and I haven’t “lost it” in so long that I can’t remember the last time I really screamed and lost my temper.
But yesterday I was struggling. I was tired, hungry, the girls refused to take a nap and the baby kept crying. I would have given her some Motrin but Charlotte dumped the whole bottle on the floor that morning.
I was catching myself getting mean. It’s pretty easy to catch myself doing this when Ana is around because she’s so sweet and very responsive to my sternness. Whereas with Caleb I would sometimes lose myself in Mean Mommy mode because most times screaming and losing my temper was the only way to get a reaction out of him.
For lunch Charlotte wanted pasta and parmesan cheese. Ana wanted Triscuits and salami. They ate about half of their lunch. Typical.
I made myself a lovely ham sandwich with ranch dressing, cheese and lots of lettuce.
They ended up eating over half of my sandwich even though when I make this exact sandwich for them, they don’t eat it!!! They take it apart and only eat the ham.
I couldn’t control myself any longer. Tired and hungry was I. Grumpy and mean was I feeling.
WHY DON’T YOU EAT YOUR OWN FOOD??!! ARGGHHHHHH!!! WHY DON’T YOU EVER LET ME EAT??!! ARRGGGHHHH!!! I’M HUNGRY!!! ARGGGHHHHH!!
Poor sweet Ana said “But I hungry mommy. Your sandwich is really good.”
I was so grumpy that not even this broke my spell. I didn’t say anything. I just stormed off and googled “How to relax when your kids make you crazy“.
That wasn’t very helpful.
I didn’t want to go outside in the cold to “take deep breaths” and there’s no way they would have stayed in their room playing quietly.
I needed some magical cure for the grumpies.
But there was none.
I just tried to ignore the kids that were making me want to poke out my eyeballs (Ana and Charlotte) and concentrated on the kid that wasn’t giving me a hard time (Caleb). A movie for the girls and Lego time with Caleb.
Then a miracle happened. Shane unexpectedly came home an hour early! Ok well, it shouldn’t have been unexpected. I just forgot he was coming home so I could go to the post office.
I went to the post office by myself and it was wonderfully quiet. I felt like myself when I got home.
I am left thinking that my magical cure is a combination of a few minutes of alone time when Shane gets home and pushing myself to try harder. Try harder not to lose my temper. Try harder to focus on the positive. And try harder to not make a big deal about things I really can’t change, like grouchy little girls who think they don’t need a nap.
This morning, after two cups of coffee with Bailey’s Golden Cheesecake creamer, I am confident that Mean Mommy will be able to stay in hiding. Please pray for her.
How do you relax when your kids drive you crazy?
Do your kids think your food is tastier than theirs, even if it’s the exact same thing?
Do your kids still nap?
How do you like your coffee? Or does tea do it for you?