The stress level rises when multiple things are happening at once. One kid talks over another. One has to be the loudest. One makes fun of another. The volume and tension escalate until this mom just can’t take it any longer. The burst of the bubble happens. Mom goes off!! She tells the children to knock it off.. but, does that work? NO! She has to take more of a drastic approach, more often than she would like to admit.
If driving, she must pull over right away and fix said issue.
If at home, she has to walk directly in their faces, and take away whatever it most valuable to them at that given moment, for a period of time.
If in a public place, she just talks quietly and says “you’re grounded from electronics.”
The thing is though, most of these “issues” that arise, are not terrible. Just pushing my buttons at the very wrong moments in time. I mean, is there ever a good time to push mommy’s buttons? case, NO! But, there are better times than others, I suppose.
Anyway, my story is this.
This past weekend, the kids went to their dad’s. I was really hesitant to let Austin go, after the attempt to charge $$ on a credit card prior to going there. He still denies doing that.. but we know the truth. He was busted.
While they were at their dad’s, Austin had a major accident in his pants. His dad made him clean it up, including mopping of the floor. I know that had to be torturous for Austin, having to actually mop a floor. He even told me that he didn’t like his dad for making him do that. I just told him, wow, I’m going to make you mop our floors, now that I know you know how to do it!! lol
Anyway, we had to drive to meet half way on Sunday, and so, we did. Well, I had no idea of this accident, until late Sunday night, when we got home, and started unpacking. I came across the majorly soiled pants in his suitcase, just covered. OMG! I didn’t notice them until I got some on me. So awesome! I freaked out because I couldn’t believe these weren’t discovered prior to now. The accident happened on Saturday night, while they were in his care. ugh! So, now I get to be the lucky one. I don’t think so.. I tossed those in the trash so fast. There was no cleaning them..
After that, the kids were getting ready for bed, I read them a brief story, I was impatient, tired, stressed out, as the kids were just delaying bedtime as much as possible, ignoring my requests, and being demanding with me. I had had enough at this point. I tucked them into bed, and went upstairs. I can’t even begin to tell you how frustrated I was. I just felt overwhelmed with wondering “why” Austin did this at his dad’s. He doesn’t ever do that.
The next morning, I go downstairs to wake everyone for school, and I smell something gross. I know what it is.. but, I had to find where it was coming from. ughh.. Austin had an accident in his bed over night. poor guy.. I woke him up, made him get in the shower to disinfect himself, put all the bedding in the wash right away, and sprayed the heck out of their room. Happy Monday, I thought to myself.. after the crazy, stressful night, I just wasn’t wanting that kind of a start to the week.
I’m sure Austin didn’t either. I tried to be very kind, gentle, and sweet to him through this. I was worried how he would do at school today, but apparently, he was just fine. I fed him breakfast, took his temp, made sure he was clear, before just taking him to school for the day. I wanted to set him up for success. I never heard a word from the school, so thank goodness. I hope it was just a temporary thing… hoping tonight is better.
The house is quiet now, and I’m able to reflect a little bit on my reactions to the daily stresses of parenting. Single parenting is hard. You have to be everything to each one of the children. They are needing every bit of me. I can’t even go to the bathroom alone. lol seriously…
But, through all the daily demands of this role I am in, as a mom, it’s all worth it.
I miss them when they go to their dad’s for the weekend. I miss our relaxing mornings, when I make coffee, and they ask if they can have some. They request swedish pancakes, orange juice, hot chocolate, or cuddle time. I have to remind myself of all these good things, and our traditions. It’s so easy to get caught up in a stressful moment, and just go from being happy to mad with the snap of a finger.
I try to breathe, close my eyes, and picture myself on the beach with the sounds of the waves, breeze in my hair, and a gorgeous sunset, as I’m really going through cleaning up poo or breaking up a fight, and playing referee.
It’s all out of love, and I hope one day, my children recognize that I was not trying to be a mean mom. I hope they have memories of me being happy with them. I don’t want their memories to be that I was angry or stressed out all the time.
But, for sure, there is only one person who can fix that.. and that’s me..
Time to show them another version of me.. always striving to do better.. be better..