I am about to freaking lose it, folks. LOSE. IT.
I’ve been pulled in what seems to be a million directions (like you’ve never heard that from me before). I’m really trying not to let that make me short tempered and impatient when I get home because I don’t want to be that mom. But…
Well, let’s just say this week has not been a banner week for me. Mm kay?
I feel like, despite my efforts, I’m doing a half assed job at work and on the home front.
I’m exhausted by the time I get home and the last couple days I haven’t done a lot of games or “crafty/fun mom” stuff with AH (cue the mom guilt). I thought, “I’ll take her for ice cream tonight after dinner. Give her/me some mother/daughter face time.”
We had a great time. Enjoyed our ice cream, went home and everything was smooth sailing. Until bath time. It was all down hill from there.
This week, AH has been just great unless you tell her to do something. She’s on a major, do-it-my-way-all-by-myself kick.
And I’m on an if-I-have-to-deal-with-another-screaming-fit-I-will-pull-all-my-hair-out kick.
So, after fighting with her about brushing her teeth, how many books to read, and getting a drink of water, she was finally in bed.
And by in bed I mean she was crying for me to come in the room…again. I had already tucked her in, said prayers, went back in to give her nite nite (her silky blanket), got her out of bed to go to the bathroom, tucked her in again and then went back in yet again so she could tell me, between sobs, “I want…to play race …cars at… Miss A’s… tomorroowww!”
I need a vacation.
Anyone else had that kind of week?
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