There are days that I struggle with my sanity. Money is tight. I have another headache. There is some family issue. Life is just, well, life. If you are breathing, you know that some days are just a struggle to get through. And people at the other end can sometimes find themselves in the wrong path. But what about our children? Are they immune to our bad days? Of course, I want to say yes. But, realistically, they’re vulnerable to mommy’s ugly side. It happened today. My husband and I were having a conversation about what to add on our wish list for our home. We a new homeowners and can’t afford to buy everything we want that comes to mind, so we write it on a list. My oldest son kept interrupting. Apparently, he had something very important to say his dancing. However, I wanted to finish my conversation, damnit.
My husband asked my son several times to wait until we were done talking. This was not a thirty minute conversation. The life span was expected to be 10 minutes … maximum. On the hundredth screeching, “Moooom!” I snapped. And by snapped, I mean, I screeched right back, “Pleeeease be quiet and stop talking!” As soon as it came out, I regretted it. But, don’t I deserve to have a conversation with my husband without being interrupted every other word? I wish. Unfortunately, children aren’t programmed with patience. This is left for mommy and daddy to install. And, today, we all had a malfunction. These moments aren’t my proudest, and it’s a learning moment for my children and me. But, I would be lying if I didn’t admit that my children didn’t get the human side of mommy.