I’m not a perfect parent. Actually I would hate to meet the perfect parent because I would probably hate her or him out of self preservation instincts. I’m not a perfect parent. I just screamed at my 5-year old… then she made me laugh.
Today I woke up at 5 a.m. as usual to get ready for school. We left the house 5 minutes late, and we arrived at school 5 minutes late. I taught all day long. After school my daughters had gymnastics, my son had an orthodontist appointment, and I had teacher paper work to do. We got home at 4 p.m. I made a snack for the girls, put on a movie, and changed into something more comfortable.
I started making dinner at 4:45, but the power went out. We ate at 6:30. Actually this is just about the normal amount of time to make dinner because in Latin America EVERYTHING is made from scratch. No “semi-homemade” or frozen dinners here so it takes an hour or more just to make a normal dinner. After dinner I started the girls’ baths while my husband cleared the dishes from the table. After baths, I will put Lucy to bed and start taking down the Christmas tree… and write a blog.
So this was my day. I’m tired. I’ve been dealing with kid drama all day long. For example, as I was making dinner I heard screaming- like blood curdling screaming- from Lucy. I sprinted up stairs and urgently examined the child for blood. Nothing. No, she has an owie on her finger from a few days ago and it still hurts. That’s what the screaming was about. So by bath time, I’m out of patience. Yet she dawdles. I finally scream, “get over here and get your jammies on! I’m losing my patience with you!” Actually it was already gone by that point.
So the child, wrapped Yoda style in a towel, hops over to me and submits to being clothed. Her hands are on my shoulders while I wrestle damp feet and legs into “footie pajamas”. Then she looked right in my eyes and said, “Mom! You’re eyes are so beautiful. They’re BOTH blue!” The scowl wrinkles on my forehead smooth out as I laugh off the tension of the last 5 seconds. Then I tossed the child into bed and she was asleep before I could say prayers with her. She was one tired Kindergartener and I’m one tired Mommy. Hopefully someday she will forget all the times that Mom lost it.