Sometimes I just wish I were the type of mom that didn't mind cleaning up the boys' disgusting messes in the bathroom for the hundredth time in a week. I wish I was the type of mom that didn't freak out when my kids came home with yet another hole in a brand new pair of pants. I wish I could shrug it off when my son, once again, forgets to bring home an important part of his homework. I wish I was the type of mom that can remind my kids to do something a million times a day and then doesn't freak out when it still isn't done. I wish I was the kind of mom that can just brush off one more lost jacket, broken zipper, ruined backpack. I wish I was a patient enough mom to ease my child back onto his chair after he makes yet another excuse, another distraction, not to do his homework as the 20 minute assignment drags on for an hour. I wish I could handle my kids yelling, wrestling, fighting, hysterical laughter, craziness, forgetfulness, and not listening first thing in the morning and get them ready for school (prepared and with everything they need) in a timely manner without having to yell and rush.
Apparently, I'm just not that kind of mom. Not this week anyway. I feel like I have been yelling and scolding and begging and pleading and chastising all week. It has been a long week. And I feel like a crappy, impatient, cantankerous mom.
There is only one thing to do when these types of weeks happen.
Cookies. And lots of them. At least Gracie had fun. I had less fun as I was waiting for a serviceman to come the entire time and he never showed. Now I am ornery mom again. But at least I have cookies.
Maybe if I eat them all at once I'll feel better.
Here's hoping for a cheerier, calmer, and yummier weekend.
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