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I had a bad day

No, not one of those "I broke my fake nail, one of my nannies was out sick, and my personal chef was a half hour late" days.

Try the day that you should have declared "redo" at 8am;

The day that could have been an episode of "The Super Nanny" or maybe is and you should go check on YouTube like right now;

The day when you can't understand why exactly you've been entrusted with not one, or two, but three children's lives when you're pretty sure you'd have trouble adopting a puppy from the pound;

The day your son said "You're being mean, Mommy" and you really were because when your son won't open up his eye so you can look in it it's clearly cause to lose all control that you barely had a semblance of anyway and you apologized and he said "I'm sorry too" and you said "What for, son?" and he said "Because I didn't listen" and you nearly died inside;

The day you realized that any and all child health issues at bedtime other than those involving vomit, blood, or explosive poop that were not present when you left them in the room two minutes prior are most likely not actual issues and rather a very smart way of getting out a bedtime;

The day that your son will no doubt remind you of with such amazing clarity later in life that you will understand why he got a full ride to medical school at which point you may finally not feel guilty about being such a douchebag, except then he'll be all "doctor"-like and tell you that there actually was something wrong with his eye so not only were you a douchebag for yelling at him, but you were a douchebag for trying to put water in his completely closed eye and call it "medicine."

And then he'll say "I'm just joking, Mom" because he got your sense of humor. But he'll still show up at every freaking family holiday gathering wearing an eye patch.

And then you'll realize that maybe it wasn't such a bad day after all.

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I think that today is going to be that day for me. Especially since Monkey decided to wake up and stay awake at 3:45am. No patience today! Ugh!

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I told my friend the other day that I never knew there would be a day when I actually WANTED to flink my child in the back of the head and had to restrain myself because I was so angry at him I could swear he wasn't actually my son...and then he looked at me and said he was sorry he made me so angry at him and..get this....HE LOVED ME ANYWAY!!!
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I struggle with this - stopping the cycle. When the moment is chaos, its hard for me to delve into the depths of my brain to remember what my Dad told me a few times over the years, "Walk tall, carry a big stick ... and don't be an asshole."

I need to take a page from my kid sometimes - who, unbelievably, has bad days too. Its OK to not make your bed on time, leave your half-eaten crap on coffee table and go outside in your pj's...at noon. You can get dressed later.

Sounds a bit like "If You Give a Pig a Pancake."

There is a rule in my house about bedtime (after 12+ years of nightly interruptions):

No Disturbing Mom Unless

Red, as in blood and it must be gushing,

White, as in bone and it has to be visible,

Blue, as in you are choking. Check the mirror first to make sure you're blue

Mean mommy Jill :)

Yup. But remember how awesome you are? Bad days are ok. They're par for the course. I"m learning that. Slowly but surely. I'm learning that.

Oh good lord. I've had a whole week like that. Trying hard to make it better.

I'm desperately hoping that none of my kids will remember any of my pregnancies. This describes just about every single day. Ugh.

When my kid was 8 I accused her of faking a stomach ache for a couple days. Acute Appendicitis. She's 25 now. I'm almost over the guilt.

You need to tape this post in his baby book so that one day, when you're old and living in his basement and he wants to examine your eye to see whether he needs to schedule your cataract surgery and you refuse to cooperate, he can know just how you feel. (And maybe share his eye patch.)

We should start a club or something.

*hugs*

Nothing shortens my temper more than trying to get out of bedtime with "urgent" requests. Nothing.
We all have those days, and I'll admit, I'm glad I have work to sometimes reset my day before I have to go home and deal with the kid again. At least working outside the home is good for something. ;)

My hot water-heater took a crap in the middle of the night and I had to bathe out of a bucket at 5:30am can i do over that early???

I think that today is going to be that day for me. Especially since Monkey decided to wake up and stay awake at 3:45am. No patience today! Ugh!

BAHAHAHAAA! Blood, vomit or explosive poo. That made me laugh out loud but it's a good guideline.

Also: I HAVE an eye patch, you know. I totally have one. (Don't ask me why I kept THAT souvenir from the hospital but I DID.) I'll ship it USPS with that frigging BUTTON BRACELET.)

Unrelated: One time, I left a comment here from 'Vera Wang' (being a douche) and your site REMEMBERS and EVERY TIME I go to leave a comment, I have to make sure that it's not from Vera Wang. That's some serious payback. lol.

We all have those days we when we want a do-over by 8am. Few of us are brave enough to write about them. Thanks.

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