One that you go to bed with puffy eyes knowing you failed your child in every way imaginable.
One that as soon as the hubs comes in the door, you breakdown and tell him you are ready to go back to work. Why did I think this whole SAHM thing was the best anyway?
Would a day care worker seriously ever say “because I said so” and stick their tongue out in return?
Ya, I think not.
I felt like these days were few and far between for me. I consider myself to be a pretty patient person and it typically takes a lot to put me into a tailspin. But not lately. Lately, my angel of a 3 year old has learned every. single. one of my buttons and has taken his ‘tude to a whole new level. Where did this kid even come from?
There’s been hitting, spitting, chanting “no” and screaming that I’m sure makes my neighbors blood curl.
I know I need to get this under control, but I’m not really sure how. Time out seems to be really played out. Carrying him to his room for “quiet time” is getting literally impossible since me and my preggo belly are out of breath once we get to the top of the stairs.
He seems to be much better when we leave the house every day. He loves to go shopping and in an effort to maintain better behavior, I’m thinking this may need to be done on a daily basis.
Someone tell the hubs so I don’t have to.
Bottom line is, I want to be a good Mother. I want (I think!) to be home with my kids every day. I want my kids to have fun and not feel like Mommy was in a pissy mood all day. I want to have a clean house and dinner on the table every night. Oh, and I don’t want to completely loose my mind in the process.
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