I’m a really bad mom today.
Bad not in the sense that I let him watch too much television (I do.) or eat too much junk food (I do.).
Bad in the sense that my anger is getting the best of me. My frustration is taking over. My words are being used too harshly.
Today is really awful.
And here I sit, alone, feeling sorry for me and for that little boy who deserves a mother who doesn’t get angry like this. Who doesn’t get frustrated like this. Who should be able to get over herself. Who shouldn’t act so childishly.
Today I’ve shouted. I’ve screamed. I’ve been angry. I slammed a door. I threw a tray.
I have not been a good role model and I know his little eyes are watching.
Tomorrow, I’ll be better.