I hate getting angry. I'm one of those who can go from zero to crazy in 3 seconds flat. This is hard because patience is not one of my virtues and small children need patience.
I think everyone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Thing 3 wants more milk even though it's time to start weaning. Thing 2 can't stop asking for more scrambled eggs and then says she is done after I make her a second batch (then Thing 3 proceeds to throw the plate of eggs on the floor). Thing 1 has taken to doing everything she is told not to. Jumping on the couches, trashing the cushions on the patio furniture.
But the prize this morning goes to Thing 2. She has been in melt down mode ALL MORNING LONG! We are talking yelling at mommy, scratching sisters, and throwing things on the floor. I used my time outs and my hand flicks, but nothing has tamed the little monster. I'm at the point that I just can't handle it right now. I want to scream and spank. I want to run out of the house and never return. I want to have a stiff drink.
But instead my mouth is glued shut and my hands are busy typing.
Am I alone in getting so angry?
My kids are great kids. They make me laugh and smile to no end. They are my world. But I think that is my problem. I spend so much time with them that I get overwhelmed in kiddie land. I sometimes miss the joy because of the chaos. I get so overwhelmed with the dirty dishes and messy playroom and screaming for food; that I just bury my head and pretend it will all go away.
That makes me sad.
I feel like such a failure sometimes because I'm afraid I just can't handle being a mom.
I'm sure all will be right with the world very soon. But for now my nerves are frayed and I have errands to run...