Yes. I admit it. I lost it.
Lost what? My cool. My patience. My momness. Just a temporary affliction, I hope. But it was ugly, boy. Really ugly.
It wasn't just a little bit of yelling and finger wagging.
This was full-on drop the screaming kid in her bed, leave the room, slam the door, march down the hall, execute a full body flop onto my bed, and pull the covers up over my head kind of event.
In three and a half years, I've never been this frustrated with her.
Because she laughed in my face. Not being cutsie or funny. It was an act of bald-faced defiance. I was attempting to discipline her, at the end of an already long and difficult day, and she laughed in my face, said 'NO!', spit a raspberry at me (you know, the rude sounding, tongue-pulling thing—not the fruit), turned tail, and went back to the sofa. This was after a day that included her fighting with her Dad; refusing to go with him so I could work; having Dad doing his own thing, so on five different occasions she escaped from the main floor up to my office; and several other things that just added up to a seemingly endless day of bad behaviour. I bet you're wondering who I'm really mad at, and to be honest, I'm not sure myself.
What I am sure of was that I was shocked. At myself.
It's never happened. Sure, she's pushed the limits before, and, yes, she has pushed me to the yelly mom side, but never the dark side. Never where I was mad enough that I had to leave the room before something really awful was said.
Has it ever happened to you? Have you really lost your patience? Is it something you even want to admit?
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