Have you ever had a bad day that just kept getting worse over time? A day that you have been so frustrated and overwhelmed and over-reacted to the smallest of things. I’m sure we can all admit, we’ve been there, more than we’d ever care to admit.
There have been days where my parenting skills have been tested and pushed to their limits. I have cried, cussed, slammed doors and yelled. In recent weeks, I’ve come to realize that I’ve had a very short fuse when it comes to dealing with my family and loved ones.
I have slammed my son’s door loudly. But I also asked him more than 5 times to keep the volume on his video game down. It is barely 7AM and this is not Afghanistan, there is no reason that my house should sound like a war zone as he battles the enemies, killing everything in sight courtesy of Call of Duty.
I’ve cussed at my dogs for being annoying little shits that bombard me the moment I walk through that front door after work.
I’ve cussed at those pesky dogs for hanging out in the kitchen as I prepare dinner as I try to maneuver over them in the tiny space.
I’ve yelled at my children and my husband, merely out of frustration, the lack of communication and a case of overtiredness – I call this the mom tantrum.
I’m not perfect, far from it to be honest, but we all have limits and when they are being pushed to their very limits, yelling is all I can do to voice my frustration.
None of the above makes me a bad mom. It simply makes me a tired, busy and cranky momma that has had way too much on her plate this past year. We both know that as a mom we tend to put our own needs and self-care on the back burner while we run around flying by the seat of our pants taking care of everyone else.
I think now that my family is back on the healthy train and things have seemingly calmed down, I have the time to mentally unwind and feel a slew of emotions from the whirlwind of challenges we faced as a family. These emotions that were lost in crunch mode as I did everything I could to keep our family from falling apart. All these emotions that were kept bottled up are now beginning to surface and I feel more stressed now than I ever have. I’m constantly waiting for bad news to find its way to me – it’s almost too much to believe that we’re on our way in the right direction and the right path once again.
What I really need is a two-week vacation on a beach in the middle of nowhere with a couple of beverages and some good music, who’s with me???