On Wednesday I totally lost it after school. Wednesdays are hard because we try to squeeze in dinner, homework, harp and piano, and dance outfit changes in before dance at 5:30pm. If the kids are being slow eating, I get very stressed out at the thought of ALL we have to do before our hard deadline of dance practice.
Anyway, the kids were being slow and I started screaming my head off about how nobody listens to me and how I wish they would just do what I asked the first time instead of ignoring me so that I repeat myself over and over and over until finally I give up and start YELLING, like this:
I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT I WOULD DO IF YOU KIDS WOULD JUST LISTEN THE FIRST TIME!!! IT WOULD BE SUCH A SHOCK THAT I MIGHT JUST HAVE A HEART ATTACK AND DIE OF SHOCK ON THE SPOT!!
…At which point Lydia, who was sitting glumly by her harp, replied, “Mom, that’s why we never listen the first time. We don’t want you to have a heart attack and die!”
She is hilarious, that girl.
Honestly, I spent the rest of the evening in a deep state of penance, letting the kids stay up way too late, and just mourning the fact that I can’t be a reliably calm, sweet mom all the time.
