Well, this was a bad day for poor 'ol me. I haven't had this bad of a day like this in a long while. I could handle the still feeling nauseous with a hard ball stuck at the top of my stomach when I got up at the crack of dawn with the kids (Will-O's day to sleep in, darn it.) I could handle driving to work in the late morn when all I really wanted to curl up in a ball and just lie still. I started to get miffed when I my key card didn't function and I stood outside my work door for 30 minutes (in 2 feet of snow with non-snow shoes on my wet little feet) making calls to see what in the world was up. I could semi-handle the fact that the electricity was out at work and basically I could do quite little with no fax, copier or internet--let alone lights. It was annoying that I got stuck in a snow bank when I tried to leave my nonproductive workplace. (It is essentially a school and why would the city plow a school's parking lot on a weekend? Yes, I know, but it still bummed me out). I was semi-annoyed that one million people were out and about running errands this sunny, snowy day before Easter. I exhaled a cleansing breath when I went to my pharmacy to pick-up a med and couldn't actually take it home as they didn't have my new insurance info. I felt physically terrible again coming home in the afternoon to hang with the kids. Will-O had to go somewhere. (Where did he go and how could he leave me in this state?) I remained relatively calm when Scarlet and Liam dumped a completely full box of Cheerios on the kitchen floor when I went to the bathroom to throw up. When I saw Scarlet crushing the Cheerios and laughing, I calmly told her to stop and please help me pick up the mess. I asked her again. I asked her again. I asked her again. I may have asked her 10 times. All she did was crush the cereal into a powder and laugh. On the 11th time I snapped. I screamed (possibly top of my lungs material) and told her that now it was time for the Thinking Step. She and Liam both stared at me like I was an alien. Scarlet went to the step and sat out her 4 minutes. I felt terrible that I raised my voice (AKA screamed my head off).
Best Part of the Day-
When Scarlet and I had our post-Thinking Step talk back, I apologized for raising my voice (ahem) wanted to get her perspective on the whole (terrible) incident. She was almost chipper as she said "That's o.k., Mom. Now I know when you say 'Count of one', you don't mean 'Count of four'". Somehow my outburst may have been effective (as opposed to emotionally scarring). Perhaps kids really do crave discipline.
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