So every mom has one of these moments. EVERY LAST MOTHER. If you say you don’t/haven’t. I call bull-shit. It’s that one moment… it may happen once a day, once every few weeks, or once in your child’s life. You have that moment, where you “facepalm” and think…
“This is NOT what I signed up for.”
Today’s moment: I picked up Noodle from her Dad’s house not too long ago. She’s not feeling especially good so she’s a tad bit cranky. After a bath and some playtime I let her have a piece of my chocolate (you know, the chocolate that is hidden… that if any child touches, I implode) and made myself some coffee. She finishes her piece and immediately asks for “two candies”. I tell her “No, maybe after dinner” and a full blown tantrum ensues. It was bad. I stuck my ground though. At one point she stood next to me “crying” and said “Look Mom, I’m crying, can I have candy?” I immediately shook my fist in her dad’s general direction, and then thought “This is NOT what I signed up for.”
The point is. Every parent has a bad day. Every child has a bad day. It’s completely normal.
Now where is my box-o-wine?