Being a mom sucks ass sometimes.

Like today, for example. Not because of anything my kids have done. They’re little hellions sometimes, for sure, and they’re full of attitude sometimes and they beat on one another throughout the day, but honestly – they’re completely normal. They act like any other kids out there. They aren’t any better or worse than anyone else’s kids. We certainly aren’t on the verge of being the recipient of an intervention by the Supernanny or anything.

It’s ME. It’s all me. I’ve been a completely impatient, unkind, YELLY mom all day. I went ten thousand miles overboard getting onto Pablo about something just now. I’ve been hollering at the kids all day long. I am SO FRUSTRATED when we run late. I totally blame them because they take seven years getting their coats/shoes and getting in the van. When it’s really myself who is to blame – I create the schedule, I’m the one who slept until 7:55 this morning, I’m the one who was reading stupid questionnaires on MySpace while we should have been locating shoes when it was time to pick up Pablo and Mallory. I’m the one who hasn’t done the extra organizing of toys while the kids are in bed, so it’s MY fault the living room looks like a fucking pit. It’s really not anything to do with them. I can’t just holler at 4 little tiny kids, “Pick up this entire living room, pack up every toy and put it back where it belongs, and do it NOW!”

I hate, hate, hate it when I get this way. It’s so out of character for me. Generally, I am so mellow and patient! I speak softly to my kids, I take my time with them, I don’t freak out over anything. Why does this happen once in awhile? Does my patience level just reach its limit, and I explode? I hate it. I hate scaring the children yelling at them. I hate sounding like such a naggy bitch mother.  Hate. It.

Say a little prayer for me, okay?

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