Have you ever had one of those days where you just aren’t your self? A day where you turn from mild mannered mom to mean ogre at the drop of a hat? I spent yesterday in just such a state. The day started out well enough. I woke up on time (for a change) and even managed to get a cup of coffee before the kids woke up. Then, my oldest started complaining that he wasn’t feeling well. Two moments later, my youngest was vomiting all over the couch. As I scoured the cushions my head began to beat.
The morning rolled on, my kids fighting like wild dogs, my head thumping. For children that didn’t feel well, they were expending a lot of energy pummelling each other. They were kind enough to take breaks from fighting to make a mess of my house. This is when the ogre first appeared. “For kids who claim to be sick you are acting like animals!!,” I shouted. My headache continued and my anger grew.
I started cleaning the house. The kids destroyed each room as I finished cleaning it. I yelled, my anger grew. I found myself shouting at them. They continued to test me. My shouting turned into screaming. I was in full on ogre mommy mode. My headache had reached a level of intractable pain.
After sending my children to their rooms, I began to vacuum the floor. Mysteriously, halfway through vacuuming the living room rug, the vacuum stopped working. “Not my Dyson!” I cried. I loved that vacuum, I couldn’t believe that we had managed to destroy yet another vacuum with our filth. Then I heard the familiar giggles from around the corner. My little “angels” had escaped their bedrooms, unplugged the vacuum and begun laughing wildly at my disgust. That was it, I could handle no more. I screamed, I yelled, I shouted profanities until I was hoarse. My head hurt so badly, my vision was blurred and I considered the possibility that I was having a stroke. I lost it. I lost my mind. What kind of adult would yell at a child that way? To top it off, I was probably having a stroke. I sat my kids on the couch and walked out the back door. I know I shouldn’t have walked out of the house, but I needed to get away for a minute. I walked to the mailbox and collected my thoughts. I really felt like an ass. My kids might suck, but they were just being kids, I shouldn’t have lost my cool like that, I was acting worse than they were. I went back inside and my kids were sitting right where I had placed them. (I must have really been scary for them not to have scattered the second I turned around) I had no choice but to apologize to them for my ghastly behavior. “Mommy shouldn’t have yelled like that. I’m sorry I was acting like a big mean ogre,” I said. To which my youngest replied that Shrek was an ogre, but he was nice. So there you have it, I’m yet again, an ass at least ogres are nice.