A Very Growly Rowly Mom

Marching band is in full swing. Drew has been gone during child-time hours from about Wednesday til’ tomorrow morning. I think he helped out a tiny bit on Thursday dinner but was off within 1/2 an hour (this time Trombone Choir being the culprit).
So, I’m dealing OK with it all til’ yesterday. Of course, Drew is never really “gone” I still had to show-up to take him back to his car, and of course he made us wait and the kids were freaking out and by the time we got to little Ceasar’s there was a wait for pizza, and I’m fairly sure that all of you can figure out where this is going. Mostly some very unhappy kids (did I mention we missed the homecoming parade all together because they changed the time at the last minute).
{sigh}
So, the kids were really sad (rightly so), and wanting dinner. Whine, whine, whine.
I just lost it. My voice hurt from all the yelling. Of course, I am also fairly sure that Spencer had NOT stopped talking to me since about 8 am… I just needed some time to gather my spirits and figure out what in heavens name to have for dinner… thankfully, I found hamburger buns and bbq pork. Lucky me.
So, what do you do when the growly rowly mommy comes out in you? Let’s not pretend that it doesn’t come-out… Usually my strategies are:
1. Have a plan (totally thwarted yesterday, esp. with the rain).
2. Have something fun planned (something you’d both find to be fun) — today I think we’re gonna have drive-in movie where we eat dinner in front of Peter Pan.
3. Crack down on infringements. Yesterday my choice of dicipline was yelling, and that never works. I should’ve put people in time-outs so we could all have some cooling periods. Idle threats are the devil’s work. :)
I’m carrying on, I’m putting my shoulder to the wheel, I’m going where He wants me to go…
Go mommies, go.

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Comments

  1. says

    Welcome to my life, Ry is gone all the time. He has GMAT class on M and W that he leaves straight from work and doesn’t come home until 10:30. Then he travels Tuesdays to Wednesday or Thursday to Fri. He leaves Tuesday for a week in Australia, and I’m a lone woman. At least marching band season ends, Chili’s remodel work does not.

  2. Anonymous says

    I totally understand, ‘though I don’t have a band-directing husband, but one who travels for work occasionally. I especially understand about being talked to constantly from 8 a.m. until bedtime. I’m glad to know that I’m not the only one who loses it and yells *sometimes* and then feels very remorseful about it later. Love your plans to avoid yelling, especially the “drive in movie” night, even though my girls are way too young for that still. Hugs to you!

    Amy

  3. says

    I just have to say that my diet influences if I feel like yelling or not. If I am eating like crap, I feel like crap and I yell. A lot. If I am really eating well (no sugar.) my ability to stay calm is amazing.

    Not saying you eat like crap. Just saying…I don’t know. :)

    Don’t feel too bad though. It’s enough to want to be better and to make plans like you have.

    And the next time you want to yell, use your diaphragm so your voice doesn’t hurt. :)

  4. says

    I think we’ve all been there, so don’t beat yourself up too much. I think the great thing about life is that we can spot those crazy days and maybe what contributed to it and hope for a better day tomorrow. I think you’re awesome just for basically doing the parenting thing on your own so much.

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