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.
Kids and food can be a never ending struggle. When we want them to eat healthy, all they want is Goldfish crackers, trail mix mixed with m&m’s and bagged popcorn.
All the processed foods and none of the fruits and veggies.
And I’m not saying that any of these foods are bad by themselves, they’re not. I buy them from Costco and we use them for school lunches and snacks all the time.
But when they become all kids will eat and when every snack time becomes a negotiation, that’s when we run into issues.
No one wants to talk about embarrassing health issues. I’ve put off writing this post for so long, because it’s well… uncomfortable to talk about in SO many ways.
But, when I had all these symptoms, I lay in bed while my husband and kids slept, looking for posts like this on my phone. And I couldn’t find anything that addressed it.
So here goes… and as a heads up, yup, I’m going to talk about poop.
“I’m the worst mom”
I’ve told myself this more than once.
Yesterday, I was on the phone with my mom.
On the road to a Girl Scout leader’s meeting, I complained to her about a fight I had earlier in the day when I said, “I just feel like I’m failing all the time.”
“No,” my mom told me, “You’re not failing all the time. Look how much you do.”
It’s Sunday morning and you need to decompress.
You know you should relax. In fact, all these experts and psychologists tell you that you SHOULD carve out time to take care of yourself.
But what in the world do you do?
You are fed up. After doing so much for your kids, they still throw a tantrum when they don’t get their way. Here is how to change spoiled behavior in your kiddos.
Tell me if this sounds familiar.
Your child brings home a page of a page of double-digit subtraction problems.
You know… the kind where you have to “borrow” from the tens place to do the operation in the ones place.
You got this, you think…
But no, your kid politely informs you. You aren’t supposed to borrow. Instead, your child needs to use a method where he “counts up” from the number.
What in the world? This isn’t subtraction…at least not the way you learned it.
How are you expected to help your kid when the method doesn’t even make sense?
I make no secret that I struggle with anxiety and depression.
The constant rising feeling of panic I feel in my worst moments.
Combined with the belief that nothing I do will ever make a difference, so why even bother?
Oh ya, these thought patterns are real.
And can I say, they suck.
You might know what I’m talking about.
Not only do my thoughts make me feel horrible, but they also tamper with productivity, make me snap at my kids and overall make me not a nice person to be around.
When they’re at their worst, I rely on a simple system that I set up in my planner.