Regardless if you stay at home or work full-time, you know the kind of day I am referring to, right? When nothing goes your way no matter what you do. When you are tired, the patience is worn thin (or out) and you just need a little space to catch your breath and figure out the next move. When the kids don't behave regardless if you talk in your sweetest, most loving voice or scream at the top of your lungs. When you also have 15 phone calls to make, several hours of errands to do not humanly possible with two kids in tow, a house to clean and dinner to make. Let's also throw in a new job to figure out (more on that, later).
By dinner time, I was just exasperated. Mostly because my three and a half year old and 18 month old would not stop with the fighting over every little toy we own. Which was turning into pushing, shoving, and hair pulling - and that's from EM, the 18 month old! (Side note: I'm thinking this girl is going to be able to hold her own on the playground...) Who knew that this would even be a problem at these ages?! Not me.
Anyway, they were bringing their battle to the kitchen where I was trying to make dinner while simultaneously answering a few emails, return a phone call, and do the dishes. Screaming and crying ensued over a wooden banana and a wooden steak.
So what did I do? The only rational thing of course. I lost it. I proceeded to give them a lecture of epic proportions that likely they did not even understand. I also may have been raising my voice just a tad. It wasn't my prettiest moment as a parent but, in retrospect, the entire day was leading up to this and, frankly, I had nothing left.
CJ, the older, perhaps a little wiser one, responded to my tirade with, "Come on sister. Mommy's being mean. Let's go." And he took her hand, and walked them out of the room. They then proceeded to QUIETLY and NICELY play for at least the next 20 minutes. THEY LEFT ME ALONE. I literally did not hear another peep.
Moral of the story: Sometimes it is perfectly OK to get a little fiesty at your kids. (I'm kidding, kinda.) They won't like you for it (I promise, that's fleeting) but they may just leave you alone as a result! And, if they learned even a little something (like, maybe, Mommy is only human, is not a saint, and needs a minute to breathe), it seems like a win-win to me.
|A moment of adoration for big brother. And it was just that- a moment!|