While it so nice to be able to report on the great days of Mommyhood, I think it’s equally important to share the less-than-stellar days, the ones where I know I am no longer in the running for Mom of the Year.
Today is one of those days.
Kevin is just a few short weeks away from turning FIVE. (WHAT) Desmond is almost 17 months. (WHAT)
Seriously, where did the time go?
I don’t know if there’s a full moon or if this is just par for the course for their stages of development, but they are both DRVING. ME. CRAZY. And I feel like I am quickly losing my mind.
I hate yelling. It makes me feel small and mean and… sad. It doesn’t help anything.
But what is a parent to do when their children only want to scream, melt down, and disobey?
We needed a change of scenery, so I took them outside. It’s not crazy hot, and my Casper skin needed some Vitamin D.
So today during Desmond’s nap time, I am taking 30 minutes for myself and working out. It’s all I can do. I need the rush of endorphins. I need to block everything out. I need a BREAK.
Then I’ll reward myself with a cup of tea and get to work. Fingers crossed he sleeps long enough to get
everything something accomplished.
Inhale in. Inhale out. Sweat it out. Glass of wine.