*This post may contain affiliate links. If you click through, I may earn a small commission. Your price will never be affected by my affiliate link. On occasion, I also write sponsored posts, which help to run the blog as well. I thank you for supporting this space, so I can continue to share my journey and our family adventures. For more information, please visit the full disclosure here*


It started off like any other ordinary day.

I woke feeling refreshed with a small list of tasks to complete. I sat down and did some social media tasks for the blog post that day. Baby Boy slept for awhile before coming to find me. I held and rocked him back to sleep. Once I finished some blogging, I went to start a household task.  Monkey Boy wanted to be near, so he tagged along while I got started.  The task went well enough and I finished the first and second step without any issues.

I decided to sit down and pay bills. That’s when Monkey Boy started being clingy, but I could keep him distracted easily enough.  Needing to make a phone call, I continued working. But, of course things only went well for a time.  He started tearing apart my wallet and some papers. Being on the phone I couldn’t address him, so I let it go. After finishing the phone call, I started to clean up and Baby Boy started screaming and crying and hanging on me, but wouldn’t sit or lay down as he was requesting.

That’s when the yelling started.

I’d had quite enough of the not listening, the hitting, the tantrums, and the tearing up of things. Actually, I finished rather quickly because it wasn’t as big of a problem as it seemed.

Then Hun called. He started asking about the phone call as the text I’d sent him wasn’t clear. After explaining, and while Baby Boy started crying and screaming again because I wouldn’t let him hold the phone, I lost it…

I yelled at Hun saying I didn’t care anymore and started to tell him how Monkey Boy had been thus far.  Of course, Hun told me he was ending the call as he didn’t want to be yelled at (understood, though I didn’t like it in that moment). And things just went downhill from that point forward.  Monkey Boy started grabbing and hitting me, while continuing to scream and cry.

That’s when I lost it – again.

I screamed back, I texted Hun and I kept screaming.

I walked away, I wouldn’t let Monkey Boy touch me, and I went on the back patio for a minute.

Monkey Boy stood at the door screaming and crying some more, though he could clearly see me through the glass doors. I was still upset, but part of my mama heart started to melt.  I came back in anyway, gave Monkey Boy his cup of water, told him to lay down, covered him with a blanket, and started hand sewing. Things started to calm down. Monkey Boy started to play calmly and quietly again.  And after getting myself together again, I wrote this post.

motherhood, parenting, no manual, hard work

The entire sequence of events lasted no more than about an hour. Yet, it felt like longer.

There are times in a day it feels that way.

Motherhood, heck parenthood, is interesting like that. Staying at home all day is sometimes much more dramatic, but it’s also very anti-climatic. There are times of joy, times of peace, times of frustration, and times of cuddling. None of these times last very long and yet they are all so hard to hold on to.

One of the tricks is to take it all in stride. Nothing lasts quite as long as it seems, every moment with Baby Boy is fleeting.

Every moment a chance to make a mistake, make up from a mistake, or just be loving. Aside from physical pain or true neglect, children are largely unfazed by these moments of temporary loss of cool. Children are much more resilient than we as mothers, as parents, often believe. They are also much more forgiving to us than we are to ourselves. Our children love us through the good and the bad, just as we do them. Take a minute and just watch and reflect on how they are with us. I know when I do, I always see that Baby Boy’s love for me remains unchanged.

So, no matter what happens today (or in the last hour) give yourself a pat on the back. Grab you children and give them a hug and kiss just because.

Tell them you love them.

Say you’re sorry if you’ve been yelling.

Then tell yourself you’re doing great.

Tell yourself everything’s OK.

Remember that you’re a good mom and relish in the knowledge that you are a good mom.

Then go grab yourself a snack and a drink, sit down, and relax. Just for a few minutes, take some time to relax into the belief that you’re a great mom/parent, because you are!

And now since I’m feeling better about what happened this afternoon, doesn’t that title just make Monica’s song from the 90s stick in your head?

Ever Have Just One of Them Days?
Tagged on:             

4 thoughts on “Ever Have Just One of Them Days?

  • July 3, 2015 at 4:50 pm
    Permalink

    What a practical post about the daily challenges of dealing with little children! Being a mom is one of the greatest blessings and challenges of all!

    And, I love your line about kids being resilient! They sure are. Mine are in college now, and they still love us – despite the millions of mistakes that we made.

    You are a great mom and you are doing a great job! Keep going~

    I came over on the Link up on Friday link today. I’m glad to find your site. And I followed you on Pinterest.

    Hope you enjoy a nice 4th~
    Blessings,
    Melanie

    Reply
    • July 3, 2015 at 6:49 pm
      Permalink

      Thanks for visiting Melanie! Yes, I’m so happy that Baby Boy is such a resilient child and that a few moments of having lost it didn’t change our relationship. Congrats on having children in college! 🙂

      Reply
  • July 4, 2015 at 2:02 am
    Permalink

    Now I have that song in my head!
    I was having one of those days yesterday. Cassidy is away and it can be so hard with two. Since summer break started (or since Des turned three), the two of them fight! They never used to fight. It’s so annoying!
    Tamara recently posted…And You Can Tell Everybody This is Your Love Post.My Profile

    Reply
    • July 4, 2015 at 5:21 pm
      Permalink

      Many Mama hugs to you, Tamara! Oh the fighting….I’d like to think it won’t happen in our house, but I know it will. Maybe not for a few more years though :/ Hopefully the weekend will be better and you’ll get a bit of a break from the fighting. And, if not, now that the song is stuck in your head, maybe you can smile through it for a bit lol 🙂

      Reply

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

CommentLuv badge

*This post may contain affiliate links. If you click through, I may earn a small commission. Your price will never be affected by my affiliate link. On occasion, I also write sponsored posts, which help to run the blog as well. I thank you for supporting this space, so I can continue to share my journey and our family adventures. For more information, please visit the full disclosure here*


All original content on these pages is fingerprinted and certified by Digiprove
%d bloggers like this: