I'm having a bad mommy moment. So, it's a good thing that today is the last day of summer for my children. I had a total meltdown before I even got out of my pajamas. I had high hopes that The Baby Boy would regain his former glory from the beginning of the month and finally stay on the potty train before school started. The week did not go that way, and this morning he soaked his underwear immediately after breakfast. I was working hard to hold it together, knowing that I was very borderline yesterday, but clearly I failed. How do I know? Just before I went Mommy Dearest, The Hubby tells me to go run my errands for the day, that he would take the children for the day. It takes a lot for that to happen. The Babydoll is wearing her I-will-remember-this-in-therapy face. (She's taken to sitting in time-out with her brother and they often both beg for the other not to be punished.) The Baby Boy is whining softly while I "talk" to him about remembering to use the toilet. How do I know I failed to hold it together? Because Hubby relayed this conversation after I leave the house:
The Babydoll: Daddy, why do you and Mommy yell all the time?
The Hubby: We don't yell all the time.
The Babydoll: Yes you do. You always yell at us.
The Hubby: Well, sometimes you aren't listening and we raise our voices. Parents have to make sure their children are doing the right things.
The Babydoll: But if you love people, you shouldn't yell at them. Yelling hurts people's feelings. You shouldn't yell. We love you and Mommy so much!
The Hubby: Umm. We love you guys, too.
So, here's the tally for the summer: Scholarship--zero publications--fail; Gardening--only one tomato--mostly fail; Parenting--doesn't look good.
Let's keep this to ourselves, huh?
And now I'm eating chocolate cake until my guts hurt.
3 days ago