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.
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.