I completely lost it on the kids this morning. The house is an unbelievable disaster area, a result of the holidays, being really busy with work and school, and generally falling down on housekeeping duties. I was already on the edge and then I went into their playroom looking for shoes that I could not find ANYWHERE and we were late, and found they had dumped out their whole toybox and didn't pick it up. I just lost it and screamed at them for like five minutes and then started throwing their toys away and now I feel like such a shitty mom.
At 4am DS woke up crying so he got in bed with us. He then proceeded to headbutt DH so he put him back in his room and I couldn't go back to sleep. At 7am he woke up again and has been insane this morning. He's sitting in his 4th or 5th (I've lost count) timeout in 2 hours.
DH is traveling this weekend so this is the first time I'm solo parenting. Guess who happened to decide the day he left that she doesn't like naps? I tip my hat to all the single parents out there and those who need to solo parent on the regular due to regularly-traveling partners.
I told you about the time I screamed so long and hard at DD in a public parking lot that I lost my voice, right? That is the closest I've ever come to hitting my child. I was completely enraged and just lost it. She was 5 or 6.
Post by StrawberryBlondie on Dec 20, 2014 16:06:17 GMT -5
My baby went to sleep last night at 6. Woke up at 7:45 and ate, was back sleeping at 8:30. Slept till 6:30 am. Went back to sleep at 7:30. Woke up at almost 11. Went to sleep at about 12:45 and is still sleeping.
I alternate between being terribly happy and a little concerned something's wrong.
My baby went to sleep last night at 6. Woke up at 7:45 and ate, was back sleeping at 8:30. Slept till 6:30 am. Went back to sleep at 7:30. Woke up at almost 11. Went to sleep at about 12:45 and is still sleeping.
I alternate between being terribly happy and a little concerned something's wrong.
Probably sick. Poor thing
We've all been there and if someone says no they haven't...they are lying liars who lie.
My baby went to sleep last night at 6. Woke up at 7:45 and ate, was back sleeping at 8:30. Slept till 6:30 am. Went back to sleep at 7:30. Woke up at almost 11. Went to sleep at about 12:45 and is still sleeping.
I alternate between being terribly happy and a little concerned something's wrong.
Probably sick. Poor thing
We've all been there and if someone says no they haven't...they are lying liars who lie.
She napped like crap at daycare all week. I think she's catching up.
DS2 just somersaulted down the last third of the stairs so now he will look beat up in our Christmas pics. Lovely.
My grandma, whom I love dearly, is thisclose to meeting the end of my fuse because every time my kids cry she says, "Are you a baby? Only babies cry. Oh there's a baby crying. I hear a baby." It doesn't matter if their crying is legit or not. The only reason I haven't said anything is because we're only here a little more than a week.
Post by redheadbaker on Dec 20, 2014 20:07:06 GMT -5
IIOY was it you that taught your kids that advertising was just companies trying to trick kids into thinking they wanted something (or something similar to that)? If so, please teach me. My kid is apparently very suggestible to TV commercials.
DS2 just somersaulted down the last third of the stairs so now he will look beat up in our Christmas pics. Lovely. My grandma, whom I love dearly, is thisclose to meeting the end of my fuse because every time my kids cry she says, "Are you a baby? Only babies cry. Oh there's a baby crying. I hear a baby." It doesn't matter if their crying is legit or not. The only reason I haven't said anything is because we're only here a little more than a week.
OMG I would be . But I understand those kinds of visits where you come home with your tongue sore from all the biting.
DS challenges me on everything. Everything. I ask him to get dressed-tantrum. DH asks him to get dressed-compliance. DH has been down with the flu and is finally starting to feel better, so he jumped in to help at bathtime tonight when DS wouldn't let me wash his hair. The defiance is killing me.
ttt we all have those days. Last night I raised my voice at DS a bit because he wouldn't start putting his pajamas on, which was followed by tears on his part. I asked him what was wrong and he said I scared him because I screamed at him. My lack of voice came out in various screeches and I scared the kid unintentionally
DS 2 is getting some molars, and that, combined with an epic growth spurt, has turned him into a demon child if we don't stay on top of his Motrin/snack needs. H dropped the ball while I was at the salon, which resulted in a massive tantrum over being hungry for something he couldn't quite identify but eventually turned out to be strawberries. Then he threw another fit at the table because the strawberries were cold.
He's passed out cold in his bed now, and I'm about to pour another glass of wine.
Post by meshaliuknits on Dec 20, 2014 21:14:09 GMT -5
BabyLiu has no concept of surprise. We wrapped H's video games while he was out. She gave them to him when he got home & said "they're games! Pirates, pirates & pirates. I'll help you win." She handed BoyLiu his & told him to give it back so she can wrap it.
In other stories, BoyLiu wanted a jalapeno off my plate so I gave him one. Then I watched his mouth & eyes turn red as he asked for another one. My kid indeed. LOL
DS2 just somersaulted down the last third of the stairs so now he will look beat up in our Christmas pics. Lovely.
My grandma, whom I love dearly, is thisclose to meeting the end of my fuse because every time my kids cry she says, "Are you a baby? Only babies cry. Oh there's a baby crying. I hear a baby." It doesn't matter if their crying is legit or not. The only reason I haven't said anything is because we're only here a little more than a week.
I much prefer this to "only girls cry", which is what my parents say (or said, anyway, until I told them not to.)
I just want to commiserate with all of you having rough days. We ran holiday errands today, which threw off the schedule and resulted in grumpy kids. I was at the end of my rope, and you know it's time for a break when you find yourself getting angry at a one year old. Thank god for bedtime and wine!
DS2 just somersaulted down the last third of the stairs so now he will look beat up in our Christmas pics. Lovely.
My grandma, whom I love dearly, is thisclose to meeting the end of my fuse because every time my kids cry she says, "Are you a baby? Only babies cry. Oh there's a baby crying. I hear a baby." It doesn't matter if their crying is legit or not. The only reason I haven't said anything is because we're only here a little more than a week.
I much prefer this to "only girls cry", which is what my parents say (or said, anyway, until I told them not to.)
Thanks so much for the support, everyone. And hugs to all of you. This stuff is hard.
I think the worst thing about today was that I realized that I was being my mother. And I have worked so hard to try to fight against those things and NOT be like that, but sometimes it surfaces and I can't control it. Ugh, the issues, the guilt, the feels.
It's so hard but don't beat yourself up. It's not a pattern. We all need some freebie days because it's impossible to be calm every day. Absolutely impossible.
I hope it's not creepy that I liked that post, asdfjkl. I can totally see myself doing that. I just now told DH, after a FORTY FIVE MINUTE meltdown over taking a fucking decongestant, that it's a good thing we don't believe in hitting children. Some days, omg!
We are seeing Disney On Ice tomorrow. I wonder how much BS we'll be suckered into buying.
$12 for cotton candy with a crown $15 for a snow cone in a pink mug
My tip - hold the damn snow cone for her. DD dropped hers and when the tears wouldn't stop I caved and bought a new one. $30 for ice with sugar. She's lucky I only paid $15 for the tickets.
Post by mominatrix on Dec 20, 2014 23:48:43 GMT -5
Ugh, I've been there in terms of yelling. I hate it, because my mom was a yeller - - like, all the time, with the yelling, and I don't yell anywhere near as much, but I do and I hate it. Usually when I'm stressed or tired or generally out.
I'm currently in a funk because my IL's are coming to town Tuesday, and I need to get this fucking pit of a house together. I've been doing a lot of cleaning in the upstairs (where we actually live), but H has been saying for I-don't-know-how-long that the downstairs (you know, where the effing GUEST ROOM is) needs to be cleaned. We've been using that room as, basically, Goodwill-bound-stuff-storage for the last two years or so... and he hasn't gotten his shit together to even start till today. I feel like taking tomorrow completely off and telling him that he should have gotten his ass in gear weeks ago. But, instead, I'll be fucking nice and continue with the cleaning.
...they're only going to be here Tuesday (night)-to-Saturday (midday), and I'm still worried that I'm going to say/do the wrong thing. It's not that I don't like them, I do, but I feel... judged... by them in such a way that all I want to do is hide in my room and drink until they leave. Short visit. Short visit.
I've definitely been yelling too much. DS's behavior is more than I can handle some days and I just feel like I'm barely treading water. It helps when I tell myself that tomorrow is a new day and we get a fresh start. But it's fucking hard sometimes.
I've actually been yelling less lately. I posted about a month ago about some troubles with my son. I took most of the advice offered and things improved dramatically. But we've all sort of regressed with the holidays. I'm really looking forward to date night in Vegas! We need it.