
I feel worse than poo, actually. I feel like what poo feels like when poo feels like poo.
So how do you do it, mamas with more than one dc? How do you keep from getting to the end of your rope -- and NOT use it to strangle your dc???
This morning I was trying to get everything set to leave--drop the kids at day care, then get to work myself. All was good until I sat down to nurse Drew one last time before leaving. Evan decides it's time to play with his mini Louisville Slugger -- which of course means he wants to hit stuff with it. I calmly and repeatedly tell him the bat is only for hitting balls outside, not toys inside (why the bat was in the house in the first place, I have no clue. it's going to find a new hiding place in the garage.). I ask him to please sit down and hold the bat still until I can help him play with it. Finally he comes too close to hitting Drew in the head, and mama bear goes ape-shirt. In a moment of stellar parenting, I yank the bat out of his hand and fling it into the next room.
It was one big battle from there, and it ended with me practically throwing Evan into the car. I caught myself wiping his tears a little too hard (a moment I keep reliving in my head over and over today). We don't hit or spank on my house, so this was out of pure frustration and, I guess... anger.
How can I be so angry with a person not even 3 years old? I'm the adult. I'm the mommy, for crying out loud. Why couldn't I just take a breath and focus and handle it one second at a time?
I can't wait to leave work, pick them up and go to the park and have fun. It's a beautiful day here...














i agree w pp's...he probably has no care in the world right now. and you're obsessing about how you wiped his tears. but you wiped them. and you're a great mommy. 

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