Highs:
The weather. Ahhhh, spring is so beautiful!
Only 8 days of school before summer break!
Watching Brevan play his trombone in his school band concert.
Having Ryan back home after he traveled to San Diego for most of the week.
Getting back in a healthy swing. Exercising, eating better. It makes the world of difference in my moods and energy levels.
Lows:
There's only one. Logan's temper tantrum outside Brevan's band concert. In all my days as a mom, I have never had a kid throw a tantrum like this one. The only way I could eventually get him calm was to hold his arms tightly and keep him constrained so he couldn't hit, kick or continue to run into the road and almost get hit by a car. I had many, many bad glares and accusing eyes as I struggled to calm him. We were already late for the concert, Ryan was on a business trip and the girls were too shy to walk in and find us some seats. After Logan calmed enough for me to take him into the concert, he had red marks on his arms from where I held him tightly, and made sure to tell everyone sitting nearby that his mom had hurt him. It was a horrible night, and after getting out of the incredibly hot concert (no air conditioning), I spent the next many hours crying. I'm not sure how I could have handled the situation differently in those circumstances, but I was not happy with the way it ended. I'm not a physical disciplinarian, so to see Logan's arm with my red fingerprints was more than I could handle.
2 comments:
oh-I'm so sorry! those are horrible moments for a mommy! But you are a wonderful Mommy and logan is so blessed to have you!
Ok the crazy thing is that at this same time Jared was out of town all week also. We were getting back from one of Parker's baseball games, it was past bedtime, the boys still needed dinner and baths, and it had been a very long week as a single mom. We were walking up the stairs to our apartment and a lady came out saying "you need to be quiet, my baby is sleeping and your kids are so loud!" I was so mad! I wanted to punch her! My kids weren't even being that loud. Anyway I took my kids in the house and just cried my eyes out. I don't even know why. I was just so done at that point. I totally took my frustrations out by yelling at my kids and making them think it was their fault. Then I spent the rest of the night crying about what a terrible mom I was! Seriously, how do people do it? Glad I'm not the only one who has meltdowns like this.
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