That has moments?
You know, the moments when you feel slightly psychotic.
Your kid is being terrible, not listening, attempting to run off in a busy parking lot.
100 degrees.
You are carrying no less than 30 lbs. of crap because you went swimming at a pool.
We had a great day. The best day we have had all week.
Davis swam in the big pool, he made a new friend, it was a perfect day.
Then we had to leave.
All hell broke loose.
I carried him out kicking and screaming.
A 30 lb. kid and a bag that I swear weighed as much as he does.
He gets loose from my arms.
Tries to run back to the pool.
Then through a busy parking lot.
The psycho in me came out.
I used the exorcist voice.
I hate doing that.
I hate being that mom.
He cried so hard. He just wanted to keep playing. I know it is hard for him to understand sometimes.
But it happens to the best of us, right??
I wish I could just find a better way to handle those moments instead of feeling like THAT mom.
1 comment:
you aren't the only one that feels that way sometimes. it happens to the best of us. yesterday i waived my white parent flag around 5pm...jon doesn't get home until 6ish. so in the midst of caleb asking {read: screaming} for cereal for the umpteenth time, i just grabbed a blanket and laid down on the couch. i didn't want to yell, i didn't have the energy to yell. it was one of those "how the hell am i going to do this with an infant too" moments.
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