My daughter used to leave the kitchen table and throw herself on the couch.
“I can’t DO it,” she wailed, “It’s TOO hard.”
Every afternoon became a neverending negotiation – one I dreaded.
I just wanted to pour myself a glass of wine and hide in the closet.
What do you do at that point?
Being uncomfortable in your own body is the worst.
You deny invites to parties.
Start avoiding any reflective windows or mirrors.
And just want to wallow in your stretchy, comfort workout clothes all day.
So you start trying all the things…
ALL the weight loss plans and programs out there. Sure, it works as first but then as soon as you stop, you GAIN ALL THE WEIGHT BACK.
With all those setbacks, you start feeling like you can’t do it
I was there 2 weeks ago.
But then, THEN…
You know you need to change something with your kid’s behavior.
Maybe your kids are fighting.
Perhaps you want them to be kinder.
Or maybe, you just want them to pick up all the LEGO’s off the floor after playing so you don’t have to experience one between your toes again.
Whatever it is a simple reward system might do the trick.
Walking past the Disney store, I see a kid in mid-breakdown.
Her face is red, her eyes are wet.
The woman -I can only assume is her mom – stands above her and repeats, “No, you can’t get a toy from the Disney store.”
“WHY?!?,” the little girl screams, “WHY! It’s not fair! You said we could. It’s not fair!!”
Is this little girl spoiled?
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He lay there screaming on our kitchen floor with his arm twisted under him.
“Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh….”
I panicked and picked my son up from the floor.
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I yelled at my kids this morning.
I simply lost it. Usually, I’m not a yeller. I’m the one who keeps all my frustrations hidden until they insidiously eat away at me until I’m curled up in a little ball, crying on the couch.
It’s not healthy.
But yelling, oh man. My kids had finally found my button.
You pull up to the curb in the car pickup line.
As your kids jump into the car, you smile, say hi, and ask, “How was school today?”
Your 10-year-old daughter visibly stiffens. “Fine,” she answers.
“Just fine?” you continue, “Did anything interesting happen?”
“Nope, just the typical day.”
And that’s where it stops.
I slam my foot against the kitchen cabinet.
“Just stop it!” I yell, “Stop the fighting!”
My kids go quiet and stand frozen in the kitchen.
“I’m sorry Mama,” my five-year-old son tells me and immediately… I feel bad.
They’re just kids, they don’t deserve an angry mom.
And yet, I’m literally going out of my mind. I’m so exhausted and feel like I don’t even have the space to sort through my own thoughts.
Is this what motherhood is supposed to be like?
Nope. But, I’m making one critical mistake.