It started off well. I mean, as well as it could. Irelyn has fallen into the rut that most school-aged kids do, basically, she cannot talk and get ready for school at the same time. So the mornings involve David and I repeatedly reminding her to “get her butt in gear” which then ends up in one of the kids telling a potty joke. Ah, fun. This is all part of our normal morning though – so it was a good start.
Once Irelyn was at school David whipped up some omelets for us to eat. While I ate I watched Grayson play Star Wars. We then went upstairs to the family room and he and his sister let me sleep on the couch for a couple hours with minimal interruptions. Still a good day.
I did a little homework. We had quesadillas for lunch. We watched Fantasia and Fantasia 2000. David had no meetings during the time I had to pick up Irelyn so Chloe and Grayson hung out upstairs (he works downstairs when at home) and I picked up Irelyn.
Got home. Dispersed snacks.
Took out the good ol’ Macbook to work on homework some more.
Start meltdowns.
I’m trying to revise a script for class – it’s supposed to be a comedy so I need to be in a good mood. I was not.
Irelyn goes into crazy-after-school-my-teacher-gave-me-a-red-bull mode. At least that is what it seems like. She antagonizes her sister. She makes Grayson cry.
I yell.
Flynn starts kicking me in the ribs. I guess he could hear all the commotion in the womb.
I put everyone in time out – myself included.
Grayson cries. Irelyn stomps. Chloe doesn’t give a damn and plays quietly in her room (which is odd).
David comes up to see what is going on. I have it “under control” so he goes back downstairs to work on his homework.
We stay in time out for twenty minutes. I make some progress on my homework.
I release the children from their “cages.” It starts all over.
By the time dinner was done so was I.
It was just one of those days where I was not only literally out numbered by the kids (as I always am) but I felt it. I lost my cool and I don’t like when that happens.
No mom wakes up with the intent of yelling at their kids. At least I hope none do.
Tomorrow will be better.
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Yep. Tomorrow will be better. *hugs*
I yell too sometimes. I think most moms do, even if they won’t admit it. The ones who don’t yell must have a great prescription to mellow out.
Tomorrow will definitely be better! Hugs!
Tomorrow will be better. Hang in there.
I understand. I only have one child but there are days I just don’t handle things well. I do yell sometimes and I hate it. Its one of those things that just add to the endless baggage of guilt that comes with motherhood.
You sound like you have to WAY more under control then I could with multiples and a baby on the way!! Keep up the great work!!
We all have those days. Yesterday, my daughter was having a meltdown in the car over something really dumb and I yelled “Stop it!”. Then when we got in the house she said, “Mama, no yelling. You scared me.” I felt horrible!
Ough I totally can relate to that. I never wake up with the intent to yell at my kids…but I think these days yell is my middle name. And every night I always put a hope that the next day will be better.
btw, those cupcakes and the frosting look yum!