Okay – so I just have to have a REAL momming conversation with y’all.
Sometimes – A LOT of times – My kids are just Pouty Pattys and Bratty Bradys. I love them SO much…I just have to put that out there – But they have about done me in this past weekend.
I also want to put out there that I’m not looking for sympathy. I am seeking out other parents that are like, “Yeah! My kids are JUST like that sometimes!” Please tell me that we’re in this together, y’all. That’s all I want – To know that I wasn’t the only miserable parent this weekend. It wasn’t all bad – Just mostly. 😉
It doesn’t matter how many surprise pans of brownies I make – How many “Sure you can have a toy at Target” trips we make – How many staying up extra late on their iPads evenings – How many “You can BOTH sleep with me tonight!” bedtimes we have…
My kids can STILL find a way to figure out how they aren’t getting EXACTLY what they want.
I mean, seriously – One of them came home with a bad grade on their report card and I’M the one doing the consoling and figuring out how we can all have a fresh start.
I get my kid some shoes with heels on them this weekend – Mom’s the hero. I tell this kid that the temps won’t rise above 50 degrees this Sunday and she needs socks and boots – Mom’s the villain.
I am about to pull my greying hair out.
I literally almost cried telling the middle child that it’s getting very tiring to never be able to make her happy…
“Momma can’t handle being so wrong with y’all all of the time. I just can’t take the pouting anymore. You people are pushing me too far.”
I speak in third person when it’s all too much – Like subconsciously, Momma is trying to pretend that Momma is talking about some other sad, pitiful human being that’s trying not to cry because an 8 year old won’t be happy.
Momma is cray.
For my dramatic, brink-of-tears conversation, I received an aprehensive hug – A strained apology – And a suggestion on how I could more efficiently put her hair in a bun.
I have no suggestions on how to be a better parent – A better human being – A better anything, after the weekend I’ve had. My children have literally put me in my place for the past two days. I am officially riding low on a shetlin pony – or however you spell it. I hear they’re mean little neighers.
Aaah- I feel all kinds of better for getting that off my chest. Hope y’all have a super good week – unless you need to be on a shetlin pony;)