Do you ever have those days when your kids want to watch a show, and you really want them to watch a show, because it makes them stop yelling and banging things for 17 minutes?
So you tell them that when their markers are all picked up off the floor, they can have a show? Because that’s not a bribe, that’s a when/then situation and you know that’s what people say you should do?
But your kids don’t really want to watch a show badly enough to actually clean up, so they continue playing, and then instead of one mess [markers] you now have 18 messes [markers, play kitchen, magnetic dress-ups, an entire bin of trains and train tracks, every tiny pony tail holder your daughter owns]?
And your head wants to explode a little, but you’re trying very hard to model self-control so you sit on a bench with your head between your knees taking deep breaths and trying not to yell and stomp your feet?
And meanwhile your two year old is saying Mommy? Mommy? Mommy? Ready? Ready? Ready? And taking off the jacket you’ve already put back on him four times this morning?
And your four year old is saying Mommy? Mommy? Look what I made! Look what I made! [I know what you made, sweetheart: ANOTHER MESS]
And you know you have a thousand things on your to-do list, but you haven’t had time to look at it, and honestly you haven’t really the will to look at it, because you know it will make you panic?
And also, you didn’t have any creamer for your coffee this morning because you forgot to go to the grocery store yesterday?
And really wasn’t all of this the stupid creamer’s fault, anyway?