Mommy Meltdowns

It's been awhile since I last wrote about having a mommy meltdown. Truth be told, it's actually been awhile since I've had one, til yesterday. In fact, when I think about my hellish day with my kids yesterday, I'm kinda proud I haven't had many that warrants a "venting" post. Of course, I've had some real difficult moments with my kids here and there, but having my own complete meltdown---well, it doesn't happen often. Not often enough to write about it.

I won't go into specifics, except that for some reason, I think both my children woke up on the wrong side of the bed. The morning started off innocently enough with Micro crawling into bed with me right before 7 a.m. and telling me a story. Micro telling ME a story. This is rare ya'll. He only reserves this kind of special treatment for Lola. I loved it. Granted it was a bizarre story with incredibly funny names for characters ("Cocky, Focky (whoa!), Chalky, etc.). Anyhoo, all was ok for the most part until after breakfast, where I swear, totally swear, some other life form inhabited my children and unleashed their inner "bad" child. 

No matter how many ways I tried to deal with their unruly behavior, I found myself seething on the inside from having to look and deal with them. I entertained thoughts to trading them in for other kids, like you would a car. But that's not acceptable in our society.

Yeah, they may look cute, cuddly, and harmless to many. But they both know how to push mama's buttons. As children should know. Once in awhile, I don't mind. However, I've been tired from shuttling my kids back and forth from swim class, not getting enough exercise lately (I blame our crazy summer schedule where we ACTUALLY have to schedule --NOT scheduling anything for at least one weekend), and just plain fatigue from dealing with little kids. Make no mistake, I LOVE my kids more than anything, but I'm human, and a mother who isn't afraid to tell it like it is. Parenting is not all cupcakes and lollipops. To be good parents, we can't shy away from growing pains, because as I've said before, we get them too. Just as our kids are learning about life, we are learning how to parent at the same time. This may cause some serious parental challenges. 

At the end of yesterday evening, when my children came to say goodnight to me (still going at it with their antics and making even, Mr. Fliz raise his voice (this rarely happens)), I stood there, looked at them, and silently prayed that tomorrow the little aliens inhabiting them will return from whence they came and I'll have a better day. Perhaps yesterday is one of those fluke days. It's as if there was a glitch in the Matrix and someone forgot to hit the "reset" button. Whatever it was, I was probably due for a meltdown anyway.