I said BAD WORDS. #TruthTelling

Today, my eight year old lost her glasses.

(This happens once a week. Typically, I am blamed by the eight year old for causing her to misplace her glasses. And then there are wild stories of where the glasses could be (none of this is truth based). And then we rip the house apart, while the eight year old "looks" by hiding underneath a couch cushion.)

Today, it filled me with an ear thundering rage, unlike anything I've ever felt.

Then, after I screamed things like: "If you don't have your glasses for school, you are going to fail out of school and end up as a @#$$ gas station attendant."

And she replies: "You ARE SAYING BAD WORDS."

And then I retort: "You should get used to bad words that is how they talk at gas stations."

(Sincere apologies to all gas station attendants. Honestly, I could not live without you. I was just angry.)

And finally, hours later, after the children have been late to school (due to missing glasses and subsequent eye glass rage), hugs and kisses and apologies were given all around, the glasses have resurfaced (underneath a pile of dance clothes under a dresser) and I've had a crappy morning, hung over from my rage and with ears still ringing from the booming, thunderous early morning drama, I feel like a pretty terrible, mean mother.

It is just a pair of glasses.

And now, in other blog posts, it might be the time for me to come to some emotional epiphany where I realize that I am not a terrible, mean mother and I cue you, the readers, to tell me that I am indeed an AMAZING mother.

But the truth is, in those moments of screaming about my brilliant daughter's future as a gas station attendant, I was a pretty terrible, mean mother.

And I don't want to be.

I said bad words. I overreacted. I let my own control issues and rage cloud a moment when I could have been supportive, yet stern. It could been a different morning, but instead, I sucked.

It's a good thing my kids are the best there are--they love me unconditionally. I just have to get better at deserving it.



  1. Frustration sometimes overflows into profanity #truthtelling Children are largely the single most wonderfully frustrating creatures on earth #truthtelling You can drop the f-bomb, encourage children to make better choices to avoid working at a gas station, McDonald's or my personal favorite living in a box and get through the day finding glasses, laundry, dust bunnies and your mind. #truthtelling. I see nothing wrong with your parenting style it's boho chic like you and you are right -consequences ensue from carelessness, bad choices, lack of responsibility and almost all of them have something to do with the f word. #truthtelling Don't be so hard on yourself. Being a mom is hard.


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