…I lose my sh#t and not afraid to admit it. Motherhood is impossible at times. When your child seems to have been taken over by the devil, what do you do? The devil’s a pretty tough dude. I find myself saying things like, “Really?” and “Are you kidding me right now?” and “Sure, go ahead and eat the whole damn bag of M&M’s… I don’t care!!” If I’m lucky, those things are said under my breath and not within ear shot of my toddler. Sometimes, I’m not so lucky, and of course, I hear my words repeated at a later date.
I am an emotional, passionate, ‘wear my heart on my sleeve’ kind of person. I don’t keep things in. I never have. And I certainly didn’t change when I became a mom. In fact, all of those traits are magnified. I am incapable of keeping my cool when the world around me seems to be a scene from The Twilight Zone. I just can’t do it.
Apparently, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. My daughter is not even three and I already know that I am doomed for the rest of my life.
I also know that my behavior when things get tough is going to be directly reflected in my daughter’s behavior. I know all of the psychological mumbo-jumbo that could fully explain the results of our difficult encounters.
This is one of those days that I just don’t care. Every once in awhile, I lose my sh#t and I am NOT afraid to tell the world.
I bet I’m not the only one.