Some days are like the day I had today. Something just isn't right, I'm growly, cranky, prickly and claustrophobic. Children leaning in on me to hear the best parts of Farmer Boy made me want to scream. I didn't, but I wanted to.
I actually have those moments a lot. There, I said it, I'm by no means perfect, my kids make me want to scream. Especially the random questions, the "he touched me" tattle tales and of course the ever popular stare down while doing what I just explicitly told you not to do. ARRRRRGHHHHH
How many random questions can one person listen to before wanting to tune them out, I reach my limit at 8:45 in the morning. After that I'm digging deep for patience, understanding and distraction.
I want to be that mom who never runs out of calm answers but how do you ever answer "how much would you weigh on Mars if your head was made of lead?" without wincing?
I love love love my kids and they are the light of my life but today, ick today made me want to crawl under a rock. And they make me want to scream on a semi regular basis.
Maybe today was caused in part by one boy too sick-ish to be sent to school but not quite sick enough to stay in bed. Or perhaps because I had the scheduled grocery trip all planned out and it was canceled due to the semi-sick boy, therefore my whole menu plan on the right track thing was thrown off. Or maybe I spent far too many waking hours in the night putting kids back to bed that I didn't get enough sleep. Maybe I'm just a mean old bitch who wants to be left alone.