Ok, so I know what you're thinking. But just for fun, hear me out. It was one of those mornings. I woke up not late, but with no time to spare. I went into the boys' bedroom to get them up for school and J starts in on me. "Mommy, are we going to school? But I don't wanna go to school! I don't want to wear those pants. This shirt is too tight." etc. You get the point. He was being whiney and uncooperative, and a regular 3 year old. The 2 year old was already headed down the stairs because he does not play in the morning when it comes to breakfast. Realizing his milk wasn't ready and on the counter the way it usually is, I try to prepare him by telling him that I'll be down in a second, but it was too late. He was in full force loudly declaring that he wanted milk please, nonstop because that's what 2 year olds do.
At this point, I was totally off my game. I still had a million things to do to get ready and my routine was out the window. J kept up the whining like a champ and turns out R didn't want the pancakes I made him after all, he wanted cereal. It was raining. I couldn't get my hair to look right. I didn't know what to pack myself for lunch. You name it, and I'll throw it in here as happening to me on this morning.
Before I could get them out of the house, they managed to take toys out and lay them like breadcrumbs all throughout the house. R spilt milk on his adorable polo which was the ONLY shirt that matched his shorts so he had to completely change. And when we finally managed to get out to the car, as I'm putting everyone in their car seats and buckling them, J announces he has to pee.
I lost it.
I'm not proud of it. But a person can only take so much. As I got him back out of the car to go upstairs to the bathroom I was yelling. Yelling about how he should've been using the bathroom instead of playing. Yelling about waiting until the last minute. Yelling about being late to school. Yelling about getting wet in the rain. Just yelling.
Of course he cried.
Of course I felt like crap.
So when he got done using the bathroom, I gave him a big hug. I explained to him that mommy isn't perfect. That I might yell sometimes. That I might get upset with him. But I also told him that no matter what, I love him so much. My eyes teared up. I told him I was sorry for yelling at him. I told him that maybe the next day he could help me pick out his clothes, and reminded him of a really cool activity he was doing at school that day. All things that I would've normally done as soon as he started whining, had it not been just one of those mornings.
He told me it was ok and that he was ready to go to school, and just like that, my morning turned around.
I was a bad mom that morning, and it's ok.
My kids learned that everyone is entitled to feelings and they're not always nice, but you should always be able to recognize and apologize when you've done something that hurt someone. I'm not perfect. Everyday is not smooth and chaos free. Just because I'm a grown up, doesn't mean that I don't have times where I behave poorly or say things I don't really mean. Life is full of teachable moments and in that moment, I taught my kids what to do when they've lost control of their emotions.