It's been a rough morning. You know, the kind of morning where everything is just a little bit off. And it's making you think of lots of swears that you want to really really say out loud. But as soon as you do you regret it and feel lots of guilt and then you want to curse at yourself for your lack of self control and inability to set a good example for your kids. UGH. ok so I actually didn't swear at my kids THIS morning. It was close. But I refrained. The point I'm trying to make is WHAT AM I DOING WRONG? I feel like I'm constantly helping them set out their clothes, get to bed early, find all their books, sign all the papes. But each and every morning we have at least one (typically more) panic attack moments.
It goes something like this. "Mom, my hero report is due today!" "What? How in the world are we talking about this now?" "Sorry, I forgot." "Holy crap. Ok sit down. Let's crank this thing out." I start spatting off hero sentences while mixing up chicken salad for their lunches. Whilst (I always wanted to use that word in a sentence) running back and forth from my daughter's room trying to coax her out of bed and into her clothes. Stopping every few minutes to match some socks, and pack a lunch. Pause while I go and give my baby his binky and pat him back to sleep. He's back to sleep (whew!) Now I've got to brush some hair, and tie a shoe. I also have to rush up and down stairs three million times looking for the lost book that HAS TO BE TURNED IN TODAY. Never found the book btw. Then, I usually chase them down on their way to the bus because, "Hey, you forgot your lunch, jacket, hero report that we JUST wrote!"
Not to mention I get to intervene on at least three
hostile conversations about who's fault it is that Mom is in a bad mood
now. Because we all know, It's everyone else's fault! This has got to
stop. I'm exhausted. I hate mornings. I hate all the crazy screaming
and fighting, and tears and drama. I'm just over it.
Don't worry though, my daughter's folder got left in my husbands car (who was long gone to work) so I get to go up to his work, pick up the folder, and drop it off so my sensitive first grader won't get yelled at for not having her folder. Which means she won't go to school the next day because she doesn't want to get yelled at again.
I'm doing my best but my best is not cutting it. None of my kids ate a lick of breakfast today because we spent all our time doing hero reports and looking for lost books so yeah, maybe not my best. I think I'm going to go check all my kids out and take them to breakfast. And write for the reason. "Crappy morning. We need a do over."
That's what a great mom would probably do. But I'm too tired and exhausted to be a great mom today. They are just going to have to accept the fact that I'm a ragged mom today and it's just a case of the Mondays.
Speaking of hero reports, all you Super-Moms out there. What works for you? What are your tips and tricks for "swear free" mornings?
p.s. I did try the whole get up super early thing for a few days and it definitely helped in the morning...but then I was dragging so bad in the afternoons. I'm thinking I need two of me. Or a sister wife. :) lol