It ticked me off when I came downstairs to the kitchen and the
crap magnet counter was covered in toast crumbs, butter knives, half empty glasses and PB &J. Not the sandwiches, the actual peanut butter and the jam. Gross.
Every single light, in every single room, in the entire house was ON.
The TV was blaring, but the kids were playing on the computer.
The Dog had no water.
I asked my 11 year old to have a shower and she stomped her feet like a toddler.
Both girls decided they did not like the brand new clothes I had purchased and chosen for them to wear today.
I heard toooo many times“I want”, “I need”, “I don’t want to”.
They were fighting with each other about EVERYTHING!
PUT your own dishes away, I am not a maid.
Turn off all those lights NOW.
NO more TV.
Turn off the computer. I don’t care if you’re in the middle of a game and all your villagers are going to die!
Listen to your Mother!
Get YOUR pets some water!
BlueEyed Girl, Get Your Butt into the Shower and stop stomping your feet…like this…waa waa waa (Yes I even demonstrated…very mature of me..ever seen a 5 foot 9 blond have a temper tantrum?)
Get Dressed and LEAVE ME ALONE Mommy needs 5 minutes!
Then I huffed my way upstairs and felt…miserable, teary, sick.
Have I turned into one of those yelly short tempered parents that fly off the handle for no good reason? I had a few flashbacks to my own childhood. Crap.
Apologies were made.
I will not run a house where my kids feel like they have to walk on eggshells. Where they don’t know what to expect from one moment to the next.
I may have had a headache, been ticked at my Hubby, frustrated with the world and had a million other excuses.
I may have been a bitch today, but I really am not that Mom.