When my husband read this submission from Verity (who blogs at The State of Being Real), he couldn’t understand why she was hesitant about sending it in. I guess a lot of us walk around feeling guilty when we fly off the handle with our children — in part because we don’t have a good grasp of how pissed off our “calm, pulled-together” friends can get with their kids. I suppose it’s that feeling of, “I’m the only person who would ever do things this badly — any other mom wouldn’t be this freaked out.” Which is why I love hearing these stories from great moms.
I’ve been debating sending this in… as far as bad moments go, it is a bit over the top. No one was injured, but I probably need to add some money to the therapy fund. Sigh… at least by sharing, it will make everyone else feel better (I can just hear it now: well, at least I’d never do that!).
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After doing errands and getting all three girls into the van, I turn around to see if everyone is buckled. One of the twins, LadyBug, is pointing at something on the floor of the van. I look down and there is this little pile of….throw up???? Bizarre and shocking, since no one is remotely sick. I ask her if she is ok? No response. I ask her again, but she wouldn’t say ANYTHING to me. Not even, yes she threw up, is she going to again, do we need to go back in the store to the bathroom, does she want water? Nothing. She won’t say anything. Now, in hindsight, she was freaked out and needed the calm soothing mommy with a hug, some ice water and a nice wet washcloth pulled out of her pocket. (because we all keep things like that handy). What she got was psycho mommy. I yelled at her for not talking to me. I went on and on about how she needed to talk to me and tell me what was wrong, or else how could I help her? As I was berating her, I knew it was the wrong thing to do, but I was so frustrated not knowing how she felt and what she needed. Finally, I got her cleaned up and gave her some water; but I was so mad at the end of it all (at myself mostly), that when I got back in the van, I slammed my door shut so hard that it wouldn’t open. Seriously, the plastic on the inside popped out and got jammed in the door. When we got home, I managed to climb out the other side of the van. I’m so glad my husband was home. Please tell me the girls won’t remember any of this???
Tammy Soong is a writer, wife, and mom from Reno, Nevada. She takes an absurd amount of pain medication, but not enough to have actually named her children "Newt" and "Elfie." She spends most days stressing out over clutter, writing stuff for this place, and working on podcasts with her gal pals, the Blogging Betties.
Yeah. I've done that. It wasn't vomit. And the car door did open again after I slammed it. But the yelling, berating, slamming parts. Yeah. I've done that.
@Momma Jae: That's only because you need to work on your car door slamming technique. Really get some muscle behind it.
No worries. I've lost it too with my son from time to time when he wouldn't tell me what was wrong. It is frustrating. I've learned to handle it with a calmer demeanor.
Don'worry, it's normal for us mommies to lose it. We try not to, but it happens. I would check the car door though, needs to be made stronger for future slamming. : )
I would definitely get that door checked! You will need it again! Even though we all want to be the best parents, we all have days like that. The more you do it the less likely she’ll remember that specific episode 😛
Found ya on Bloggy Moms Directory thought id pop in to say hi.
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I love this group. Basically advising Verity to get a stronger door and slam it more often so the kids don't think it's a big deal. Now that's working the system.
Confession: I babysat my sister when I was like 13, and I was so mad at her for throwing up on the floor that I made her clean it up. I've had better moments for sure.
~Jules @ http://www.adbits.blogspot.com
OMG! I found my home away from home. I am seriuosly the worst Mommy EVER! LOL I have a therapy fund too and I tell my daughter on a regular basis, who is 6, btw, that she can take it up with her therapist when she gets older. I love you guys! LOL
Oops – signed in witht he wrong account – I'm not James, that's my DH, I'm Angela. 🙂
@Jules: At least you have the excuse that you were young. The rest of us can't really claim that anymore.
@Angela: Glad you found us! Perhaps we need to start some sort of hedge fund for all this therapy money.
Oops – signed in witht he wrong account – I'm not James, that's my DH, I'm Angela. 🙂
@Momma Jae: That's only because you need to work on your car door slamming technique. Really get some muscle behind it.
Confession: I babysat my sister when I was like 13, and I was so mad at her for throwing up on the floor that I made her clean it up. I've had better moments for sure.
~Jules @ http://www.adbits.blogspot.com