A trade off
Yesterday I outed my daughter. Today it’s only fair that I out myself.
I am posting this picture because I think I need to start the day over. I’ll just jump into my jammies, curl up, wait a second and then Bam! It’s morning! May I please undo what I did today?
It didn’t help that I went to bed late last night. It didn’t help that I got a little lenient on my own rules. My Love and Logic Ninja moves went out the window.
Perhaps my downfall was that I let them play Lego Star Wars before they made their beds and cleaned their rooms. They said they’d do it before we went swimming today. Guess who didn’t get to go swimming.
I took away Legos, the damn tiny stuffed koala, and anything else that would promote movement from my kids. And my children reacted just like I would if someone came in to my room and told me it was a pigsty ————-and why can’t I just do my work ————–and what is my problem? (How would you react?)
I was the de-motivator.
I yelled like Chris Farley at least 5 times.
When El Jefe called from work to see how we were I told him he should come home and watch the kids so I that I could go swimming “all by myself!” At that I heard his voice switch into 911 operator mode.
My son cried when I called to cancel swimming. My daughter pretended not to care when I told her to “stay in her room forever!” because she wouldn’t help clean toys.
I wish I were the soft-spoken, easy going, straight-talking mom. But just like my kids, I can get emotional, I sometimes throw fits, and when I don’t get my way I’m not very nice.
So, there you have it. I’m out. Most mom blogs paint you a picture of cozy love where blessings abound. I’ll try that tomorrow.
Anyone else need to start their day over?