Some days just suck.
Yesterday was one of those days.
I call those days ‘mediocre mom days’…a day when everything is just beyond my control, my kids have a mind of their own, and I’m not on my mom game at all. Those particular days are the thankless days of motherhood.
Let me set the scene: Mabel is three going on fifteen and has been throwing temper tantrums like they are going out of style. She’s hot one minute, cold the next and knows just how to get a good little sting in there by saying ‘I not love you anymore‘ with the perfect stink-eye face. Yep, that’s my child and I’m left wondering if I was like this when I was a kid and if this is karma coming back at me now that I’m a mother.
I’m left stumbling my way through figuring out what works best on correcting bad behavior.
I’m not a hardcore disciplinarian.
But I’m not a pushover either.
Nothing works. Then I wonder if it’s just the fact that she’s three?
Of course on those rough days with one kiddo…the baby decides she isn’t content either. Millie is a cuddly baby, which is a great thing. But when it gets to the point that I can’t go to the bathroom or grab a bite to eat without her crying, it kinda makes you wonder how people with more than two kids survive? And yes, I have every baby carrier on the market but on those types of days, oddly enough she enjoys being held the old fashioned way with two arms.
Why can’t I just have four arms to get everything done?
So there I was…with a toddler crying about not wanting to hold her blanket (no one told her she had to hold it) and a heavy baby about to break my arms from a record breaking holding session. I know some day I’ll miss these days…NOT.
Oh and wait, was I able to grab a shower? Yes…eventually…and as I was enjoying a moment of child-free freedom…the door busted open and a tiny voice said “Momma, you in the shower?”. Seriously, where was my husband and why was the little hooligan in the bathroom? Her grumpy behavior had done a 180 and she was actually pleasant…I’m convinced three year olds all are a bit bipolar.
Bedtime was a whole other battle.
Millie was the easy one.
Mabel was a tricky task…to the point where by the time I got her asleep, I felt like I’d just completed some insanely hard athletic task (this has been going on for about two weeks now and I’m hoping it’s over just as quickly as it began).
“Good night Mabel. I love you.”
“I not love you anymore!”…there it was again. Thank you, my wonderful child…did I really give birth to you?
“Oh well, I still love you.”
And then there was a quick pang guilt that I’m not being the best mom possible. I wondered if her behavior is due to something I’ve done wrong as a parent? I see those moms who seem like they were meant to be moms (you know, the one’s who said they wanted five kids ever since there were five years old themselves). They have the answer and solution to every problem. They look put together and in control.
Me, not so much and I’m left feeling mediocre on days like yesterday. Hence the ‘Mediocre Mom Day’…hopefully it will be awhile until I have another one of these days.