"Yesterday was hard", I told a friend, "the kids were woken up early, and were in moods all day. They cried and fought, I cried and yelled.. it was just a long day."
I had a mile long to do list, and not having power and having to clean up after a storm that left tree branches all over our yard, I was behind. The kids were asking over and over to go to the pool, to have their floats blown up, to have food.. It was just a lot and I so desperately needed a break.
The kids ended up loading themselves and their floats into the car before I was even close to being ready and they decided they were waiting in the car.
I shook my head, shrugged my shoulders and walked out of piles of unfolded laundry, the dishes, the cooking and meal planning for the camper, the everything and we headed to the pool.
After a couple meltdowns, and a 2 hour swim we came home, made supper and the fighting continued. I yelled. I lost my patience. Everyone cried... not my proudest moment. I usually have pretty good patience and can talk my kids out of a meltdown or redirect them. But I just had enough.
I really debated taking them back to the park to hang out with fiends, was I rewarding bad behaviour? Was I being a bad mom? Could I handle any more meltdowns? But we went anyway, and you know what... I had a couple mommy drinks, visited with friends and had a super relaxing evening. My kids were off playing and having a super awesome time. We got back late, around 11pm, and it is now 10am and they are still sleeping...
So, we had a bad day... but we survived. Everyone was fed. Everyone crawled into their warm bed happy and content, and to me that's all that mattered.
Not everyday is going to be easy.
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