Follow:

Motherhood Sometimes Makes Me Throw Chairs

Yesterday was a typically blue Monday for me. It was a long day, I was tired and cursing myself for this little motivational I put out into the world on Sunday:

Monday Motivation

Because mostly it felt like life decided to see if I really could handle all that it could throw at me. It was just one of those days. Those annoying days where you wake up moody for no apparent reason and where stupid stuff got me down, like my hair dryer breaking, being late for work, dealing with a million requests and trying to keep clients happy, juggling my budget for the week before pay day (hello sad little salty crack snacks) and the cherry on the top…..

The little Jozie thunderstorm yesterday knocked out every single robot on my way home. As a working mom, I operate under very tight timelines and getting home from work is no different. I leave the office at 4pm and have to be home by 4:30pm when our nanny knocks off for the day, she’s also had a long day and been there since early, so I feel strongly about being on time because she also has to travel far to get home. My little 8km drive home yesterday took an hour and twenty minutes. After all the (really) petty things that had set me off yesterday and pushed my mood into a darker and darker place, I was in an utterly foul mood by the time I walked into the house at 5:20pm yesterday.

But instead of being able to take a moment to catch my breath from the day, because of how late I was, I immediately had to shift gears from working woman to mom. Trying to get my bra and work shoes off (these are priorities when getting home from work) while the dogs weaved in and out of my legs demanding their supper which was so very late and Hannah demonstrated some dance she’d learned at school and Ava recited some new Afrikaans poem she had learned. I went stumbling upstairs to relieve myself of the offending bra and shoes with an entire entourage of singing, whining, dancing and barking. Not exactly calming on my frazzled nerves. But in hindsight, I see how truly comical the scene must have been. 

Then it was time to feed the hounds and start packing lunches and preparing dinners for everybody, again amidst a gaggle of signing, dancing,  fighting, whining and calls for me to look at every random leaf collected and stone stored as a treasure by my children throughout the course of their day. I know I sound so petty and ungrateful, but my nerves were just so frazzled and the noise and constant demands for my attention while I was rushing to get them fed between handling the pleas for a muffin, an apple, a munchie (Hannah’s word for Naartjie) or a banana because apparently they were both soooooo hungry they couldn’t wait for their dinner….

Well, it all just got a bit much for me….

Half an hour later, their dinner was ready and I took it through to the table they eat at. Ava took one look at what was on offer and told me…. she doesn’t like it and she’s not eating it…

Yeah, I lost it…. in the most immature way…. I grabbed a small plastic kids chair and threw it under the dining room table. 

And then I saw my children’s faces and I felt like shit! Really, it’s not my finest moment as a person or as a parent. But some days…..

Have you ever just had a day where your frustration builds up and builds up and builds up and you’re being pulled in so many different directions and every little thing just gets harder and harder to deal with till you just completely explode? Until, one tiny, stupid thing, is like a match to a flame and you simply explode? 

My children have witnessed me throwing a chair, screaming like a banshee, banging my own head against the wall! So don’t be shy to share! 

 

 

Share on
Previous Post Next Post

You may also like

28 Comments

  • Reply Sian

    Jayden made me cry once….The ugly cry coupled with screaming “get in your chair”

    April 19, 2016 at 2:50 pm
    • Reply Sharon

      Yes I’ve cried out of frustration at my children too!

      April 19, 2016 at 2:54 pm
  • Reply Jodie

    Oh great, it’s not only me! My “usual” tantrum throwing entails marching up and down the passage cursing (yes, even the F word!) out loud. Words no kids should hear especially not from their mama. I’ve even done it in the wee hours of the morning, like 3am, after a rather difficult night between the two kids. And afterwards, I’m definitely not proud of it. Actually, even IN the moment I’m not. But we’re all human and the juggling act we’re trying to keep up is no joke 🙁

    April 19, 2016 at 2:56 pm
  • Reply Emy Clarke

    This could have been written about me yesterday! Instead of throwing a chair I did one better – got childish and petty!

    April 19, 2016 at 3:03 pm
  • Reply gillianmh

    See now I am the complete opposite…i let out and “oh FFS” I get up and walk to my room. I tell Riley not to follow me and I can’t talk right now i need to calm down.

    April 19, 2016 at 3:12 pm
    • Reply Heather

      ja that happened to me that I used those words and unfortunately this little kid now is also saying that! I have made up my mind to be so careful now and just hope he will forget it!(it happened in the night when he wants things from the kitchen and I want to sleep)

      April 19, 2016 at 4:09 pm
  • Reply Rene

    Thank you for sharing that. Sometimes I feel like everyone else can stay calm and perfect. Like someone else said when I do lose it I’m already regretting it while I’m busy losing it. But it happens, and usually the thing that makes me lose it is something that is not so bad, but everything just culminates…

    April 20, 2016 at 7:54 am
  • Reply Cindy Alfino

    I feel like this is my every day, although I feel that way even without the traffic!

    April 20, 2016 at 9:13 am
    • Reply Sharon

      Trying & failing daily! That’s me!

      April 20, 2016 at 9:19 am
  • Reply Debs

    Absofrikkenlutley. That stress builds up and then your cup runneth over!!

    April 20, 2016 at 9:44 am
  • Reply catjuggles

    There were times where dinner time rang in a huge cry from me = every single day as L refused to eat almost anything

    April 20, 2016 at 10:34 am
  • Reply carlagabriellesmith

    Thank you so much for this post Sharon. My dear son is almost 2. After 3 nights in a row of no sleep (little one is ill), I made him his breakfast, he looked at me shouted “yohurt” and then threw the bowl onto the floor, I thought the day would get better until he tried to climb out of the window and ended up weeing down my leg. I put him in his cot, ran a bath and told my dear husband that I NEED this or I will end up packing my bags! lol Mummy threw one big tantrum! I don’t know how kids do it but the days when you are the most exhausted it’s like they can smell it and are determined to be at their worst! lol It’s so tough being a mum but worth all the smiles, hugs and kisses. x

    April 20, 2016 at 2:56 pm
    • Reply Sharon

      We’ve all been there! xx

      April 20, 2016 at 3:11 pm
  • Reply Eli

    I’ve pulled the car over on the side of the road… like screaching tires type of stop, screamed at my kids to stop fighting, climbed out the car and stormed away.

    I’ve thrown their dinner away after fighting with them to sit at the table and eat (for the millionth time).

    I’ve lost my temper more times than I can count. I think the lesson for us parents is to talk to our kids afterwards about what we were feeling that made us lash out, talk about what would have been a better way to handle it, and ask for forgiveness if our actions were mean or hurtful.

    Being the big person is fucking hard work.

    June 16, 2016 at 11:48 pm
    • Reply Sharon

      I think we’ve all been there!

      June 17, 2016 at 8:52 am

    Leave a Reply to Natalie Meyer Henman Cancel reply

    error: Content is protected !!
    %d bloggers like this: