When Mama is feeling moody, we are all going down.
I felt fat, and ugly and EMOTIONAL. It’s been a rough week.
On top of this, none of my clothes seemed to fit right, the kitchen was a mess and it looks like all 101 Dalmatians took a crap in my backyard. (Spring in Canada means melty poo is found after a winter of hiding under a pristine layer of white. It’s not pretty and it does not smell good.)
As I was trying to decide how I was going to bribe my Hubby to get out there with a shovel and a Hefty bag, this was when BlueEyed girl decided to pick the 13th fight with her younger sister in an hour. This was not a good decision.
Stomping feet and slamming doors happened.
Then after about 100 deep breaths. Apologies happened.
At least I had the smarts to march myself up stairs, tell my baby I was sorry, that she had become victim to my short fuse. That this really was about me, and what I had going on not about her perfect little self. Then what happened? She apologised to me!
What? Yep, that little pre-teen threw me a curve ball and shouldered some of the responsibility for the number of fights she had been having with her sis. Huh. Maybe I am getting some of this parenting stuff right!
This my friends, is what is really going on in the suburbs.