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Tuesday, August 28, 2007

“Angry mom” emerges early

This morning as I lay in bed dozing, with my nursing infant snuggling to my chest, I hear two little voices discussing the dynamics of going to the potty.

“‘Mareah, I gon’ pee on myself.”

“Oh.”

“You got to pee?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Get up there… stop peeing ‘Mareah!”

“‘Kay.”

“ … I not pee on myself.”

I listen and don’t hear my teenager, who is already up and about to leave for school, go out and handle the morning pee dilemma. I realize I only have a small window of time before my floor is flooded with 2-year-old pee – all night, 2-year-old pee. I disengage from the baby as gently as I can and ease out of the bed without waking her with a brief thought as to why she’s in my bed anyway.

I throw on a nursing bra so the girls aren’t swinging as I’m yelling. (Eww!) When I emerge into the hallway the 2 year old is sitting on her bottom outside of the bathroom and wiggling back and forth. This very action is extremely irritating as I’ve told her 1,000 times (exactly) not to do that and just go to the bathroom. I look into the bathroom – while I’m yelling at her to get up – expecting to see the 3 year old on the toilet. He is also sitting on the floor mimicking her. He, by the way, has already used the bathroom.

The 2 year old is maneuvered to the toilet as I yell at both them. The 3 year old gets in trouble because he didn’t let his less-experienced, potty going sister use the toilet first. The 2 year old gets in trouble for sitting on the floor instead of going to the toilet and beginning to pee in her clothes. I’m not going to mention the fact that she could have sat on the potty and normally does when her brother is using the bathroom.

So, they both get in trouble…. And before 7:30 a.m. my ear is ringing (a really hollow, weird feeling that kept me from yelling too loud), my head is hurting and I’m wondering why in the world I had to wake up to that!

I make them go lay down in their room and think about what happened while I take a brief recoup in the bedroom feeling sorry for myself. To the bathroom I go to splash water on my face and on the way to fixing breakfast I give them an ominous stare and a warning to be good. They normally get to watch t.v., but not this morning. I fume into the kitchen, go into the office to plug in my cell phone and stand there looking stunned. I turn to continue the angry walk and run right into my beautiful teenager. She’s dressed so lovely in a nice little red dress with small white dots and cute wedge-heeled sandals… and she smells so good… (I’m trying not to think about my morning breath, wild hair and nursing bra!) and my anger fades. I couldn’t be mad at her for not checking on the smaller kids, I couldn’t be angry anymore. Her light-hearted smile and bright eyes bring an inadvertent smile to my face.

Instead of continuing the angry walk, I turn the laptop on to vent a little while fixing breakfast. Never mind that I should be getting clothes ready, waking the baby up to eat and eating myself…I know we’ll be late and angry mom will be back soon. But, for now at least, all is right with the world! Well, except for the headache and sore neck, but that’s a whole ‘nother story.
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