What does it really take to get to someone's "wits' end"? I really think I'm beginning to learn what that may be about. *twitch twitch*
My summer quarter of school kicked my ass. Literally. I had never had to write so many papers for not only English, but for Lifespan Psychology. My Algebra homework on top of it all was grueling. I had never, in my life, looked forward to a break. For eight weeks I was Godzilla to my children. No amount of drugs or alcohol on the planet could fix the amount of bitch coming from me. They were always so happy to see me when I got home from school and then as soon as their dad would leave to go to work that night, they were crazy, insane or insane, crazy. No matter what I did, what I said, threatened, spanked, timed-out or exercised was going to get them to settle down. Enter "mean" mommy.
It was like turning on a switch that I never knew existed. I was freely smacking butts, yelling (totally not my thing) and being down right intolerant of their behavior. Weird thing? No matter what I did, they just didn't get it. So for the entire eight weeks of my summer quarter, I was this mother. My kids performed the same actions to a T every.single.day. I found myself waiting for bedtime to come and most days, it didn't come fast enough. I don't know what happened to my children! I always joke with people about how they "used to be normal". Now, its not so much a joke as it is my cruel reality.
Today is one of those days with my girls. Their dad is gone until Sunday for "army crap" and the minute he walks out the door; they are full speed with no brakes. They were both awake with the sun and they will soon discover they will be down with the sun if they keep deciding they don't need a nap. It's too hot a day here in western Washington to just throw them outside. It would be different if they were built for this type of warmth, but they aren't. So, during the hot afternoon, they are stuck inside with me. Fortunately "mean" mommy hasn't shown up today. I'm praying she doesn't because that means I'm finally growing during my break before my fall quarter starts. But you know, I wonder how the hell I ever stayed at home with these kiddos day in and day out now. What the hell has happened to me and my patience??
