It’s Sunday evening and the family is hanging out. This is going to be one of my “bubble posts”
Today was not one of my most spectacular parenting days. Katie, who is almost thirteen, behaved pretty typically and pushed our buttons. She is a lovely and very responsible young lady. Too responsible. We are always on her for doing too much and not just being. I would rather she be almost thirteen than always feeling responsible for her brothers. I know, super funny thing to complain about.
And then there is Jack. Jack today complained that we treat Danny differently. That he doesn’t have to do the same amount of chores that he and Katie do. He said it pretty loudly. And he is right. I lost my temper, and Hugh sat down and had a man to man. He explained that Danny can’t do the same things that Jack can do and if Jack wants us to treat them the same, then Jack could no longer go up to the Ranch House and play frisbee golf, play baseball, or play in the front yard with friends without mom being right there.
I think he got the picture.
One of the things you should know about me, I yell. Would I rather be the all calm mommy all the time. Oh, you bet. But it’s not me. I lost my cool today and yelled. At the kids for being stinkers At my husband because I am just convinced that I can’t parent.
Even though Hugh tells me over and over that I should not let it get under my skin, the argument he had with his family (especially his sister) really got to me. And on days like today, their questioning our choices unnerves me as I try to get all three of them to adulthood.
And….there goes the bubble…watch it float away…