I've had people call me super mom, an amazing parent and so calm, cool and collected. I see myself as anything but. I worry, that despite my best efforts of being genuine on social media (actually, who are we kidding I barely blog and only have Facebook) I come off as someone who I am not or who want to be perceived as. Someone who does not have Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Days...or at least moments.
My moment came to me today as I was locked in the bathroom, peeing "in peace" while the Little Man banged and screamed at the door to let him in. I seriously contemplated crawling out the bathroom window to escape.
You
see I was
crying because
as I was cleaning up
the bathroom someone
was getting up on the kitchen
counter, that someone feed the dog
our dinner (okay not all of it but some).
The Wee Lass was crying because she
was tired or hungry or no one was paying
attention to her or all of the above.
My partner-in-this-mess was over
an hour past the time he normally gets
home...............despite it being his day off.
The Little Man had been whining about getting
in the car, getting in his seat, getting out of his seat,
getting out of the car, getting his boots
off, putting his boots away - he stopped
when we got a new game to play but then - he didn't get blue, he didn't win, he had to go second, he did win but not by enough.
I...WAS...DONE
Then I came to write this. There was a old post in draft form sitting right here. It was called SuperMom. I read it. I smile. I finished it. To be a SuperMom one must accept that there will always be Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Days.
The important thing, to me at least, is to share that we all have these day, these days that no one talks about......and talk about them!
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