Monday, September 8, 2008

Oscar the ....

Though I cannot see his face, I know what it looks like. Red. Wet. Liquid boogers are oozing down his lips and smearing across his door--his mouth squished dramatically against the wooden surface so he can be sure I hear his piercing screams.

And this is me. Typing. Ignoring. Not dealing. Clicking away the tense feeling that has been in my chest since I woke up this morning. The one that has no basis, cause or reason.

This feeling caused me to flat-iron my hair this morning, then put it in a ponytail, then take it out and flat-iron it again, then the ponytail, and so on.

This tense feeling distracted me from tipping my waitress when I went to lunch with some girlfriends at noon (don't worry all you former servers; I called Firehouse Pizza as soon as I realized my mistake and made arrangements for restitution).

This tense feeling caused me to watch a full hour of Gossip Girl, which, I realize, probably made matters worse.

All the while, this tense feeling has made me really short with my kids... all day.

Now I am ignoring my son, who is throwing a tantrum. And while I believe "ignoring" is the best tool for handling a toddler who is throwing a tantrum, that is not why I am doing it. It is because that slimy boogery door is the only thing separating me from giving my little cub the royal spanking of his life. And, aside from "running into the street without holding Mommy's hand" incidents, I don't subscribe to spankings.

So I am typing. And then I'll go to bed. And tomorrow I will not be grouchy anymore.


Laura... and the boys said...

I'm feelin' for you! Go pamper yourself, take a good night sleep, then give your cute little bear a big giant hug in the morning. That usually makes things better for me... so long as he's still not screaming in the morning! In that case- you could always flat iron your hair again? :)

Sierra Robinson said...

I think it was a bad day for all. Sorry :(

Dana said...

Yeah, I've been there...many-a-time with Jett. I think it's important to take a step back and let the kids cool off while you cool off. You are a great mommy!

Chris and Tara Mason said...

I love doors - especially when they are locked! A locked door has spared me many times from spanking little butts around here! :)

Jessie said...

I feel you girl! Sometimes you just have to let them cry. The next day always seems better.

I liked this quote from a movie, a mother of many says, "Let's go to bed, I'm tired of this day, I need a new one."

Some days get to that point and you just have to get those kids in bed, then get yourself to bed and wake up to a fresh day.

Rachel Evans said...

Oh! I hate it when I have those days! 2 is such a hard age. God made us so that we don't remember our first few years for a reason. :) Kids are so forgiving. You are a great mom!!! You can drop Doug off to play with Bost any time! Those boys are 2 peas in a pod!