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On Mom’s Losing Their Shit

I saw that quote on Face Book yesterday and it really did make me feel a teeny tiny bit better! Are mom’s everywhere really losing their shit regularly? Because I had a “lose all the shits” kind of day yesterday. 

Losing My Shit

The thing is… I have an almost 3 year old who hero worships her older, 6 year old sister, who, have I mentioned, is extremely willful. There are times…. when… well, when I just simply lose my shit! Last night being one of them!

If you follow me on Twitter, you’d have seen this tweet:

That’s because….. after repeating myself One hundred and eleventy million times over the past year about how my girls MAY NOT play on the breakfast nook bar stools, raising them as high as possible and then getting stuck there… the inevitable, which I as their MOTHER, I knew was coming…. One of them did get stuck up there and when trying to dismount the bar stool, they, along with said bar stool came crashing to the floor! And of course, said bar stool broke! 

*sigh*

Then, in the midst of cooking dinner and packing school lunches, I discovered that the treat tin had been raided and cleaned out. The VERY treat tin I’d told them the day before they MAY NOT partake from without asking me first. 

So ja…. I went APE SHIT! Sent them both of to their rooms with the required instruction that they stay there until their Dad got home and we could discuss a suitable punishment. Because frankly, even I was a little scared of myself by this point…. I am so tired of not being listened to!

Forgetting of course, that Hannah has the softest little heart and after witnessing me going all Medusa….

Because you know, Ava will simply come out and communicate with me, even when I’m looking like Medusa, but Hannah, not so much. I learned that the hard way, when I heard her sobbing uncontrollably in her room and on checking on her discovered she’d dropped some …. um…. brown bears…. in her underpants because she is to timid to come out her room and tell me she needed the toilet!

So now, I’m really like…..

I have supper on the stove, lunches I’m half way through packing, a child covered in… um… brown bear and I’m officially losing all the shits. 

Storm upstairs… run a bath, run downstairs, check the food isn’t burning…. storm back upstairs, get the brown bears cleaned and the kids in the bath…. run back downstairs, check on the food…. run back upstairs, bath the kids…. run back downstairs, check the food… get the kids out the bath and in their pj’s…. send them back to their rooms and then run back downstairs to save my burning food.

At which point my dear husband arrives home and asks me what all the screaming is about?

After I had calmly and rationally detailed my delightful afternoon to my husband, we agreed on a punishment… which is no screen time for a week… no TV, no Youtube, No Netflix, no iPad. Nothing! Does that seem harsh? 

And then what followed was a highly entertaining conversation with peeps on Twitter about how they had been punished as a kid. I’ve been on the receiving end of these types of punishments as a kid too, the one from Cindy about pegs on their ears had me in stitches!

So I think it’s safe to say that parents and us Mom’s can drop the guilt about losing our shit because we’ve been doing it for hundreds of thousands of years! 

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42 Comments

  • Reply Rene

    I’m laughing so hard at the kid left in the room with the clock radio I can’t even read the rest

    January 27, 2016 at 1:10 pm
  • Reply Lindsaytom

    I feel we’re in the same boat, I wish my kids were as shit scared of me like I was of my Parents. Life would be so much easier!!!!!!!!!

    January 27, 2016 at 1:33 pm
  • Reply Chereen (@ChereenStrydom)

    Hahaha… I *KNOW* I shouldn’t be laughing (because I know the feeling!), but I can’t help it. Your recounting of events had me in stitches – especially the bit of the ‘brown bears’! SO funny!

    For the record: my dad spanked us with those stokie (spelling?) slippers or his slops. Slippers hurt like mad; slops didn’t hurt at all. My dad had no clue, until the day I burst out laughing, mid-hiding. Got slippers for the rest of my childhood 🙁

    January 27, 2016 at 2:19 pm
    • Reply Sharon

      Hahahahaha! Remember Stokies?!

      January 28, 2016 at 12:12 pm
  • Reply CharlieW

    Thank you!!! Feeling much better now. Been worried what the neighbours think with all the screaming lately.

    January 27, 2016 at 2:34 pm
    • Reply Sharon

      YIP! Me too! I often wonder what they must think when they hear me screeching at my kids!

      January 28, 2016 at 12:12 pm
  • Reply Megan Kelly

    Is it bad that sometimes I worry that the body corp. of our complex is going to write us a letter about my shouting? I mean, it’s not often – but shitsakes sometimes those ears just don’t work!! For instance, we have a security gate that Axl has fallen from, fallen into and slammed his fingers into, yet he insists that he climbs back on. He throws himself down so dramatically in fits of anger, that sometimes I am not even sure how to react. When we choose not to go down the toy aisle, because it’s January and well, my wallet can’t afford ANOTHER plane – he will even try to headbutt or bite. This week, thanks to those terrible two tantrums, my iPhone, Kindle and P7 (spare work phone) have all landed up with cracked screens – my patience is on zero, add that to the bitch named PMS and Medusa has some competition. I love my kid too bits and he really is a pretty brilliant kid, but every now and then this naughty little brat comes out to play, and I, too, lose my shit.

    January 27, 2016 at 2:55 pm
    • Reply Sharon

      I also often wonder what our neighbors much think when I’m going off like a fish wife!

      January 28, 2016 at 12:11 pm
  • Reply Lizanne

    At the ages of 19 and 20 my boys now tease me about how I lost my shit! It’s good to laugh about it now but it was no fun at the time. And don’T worry…they survive to tell the tale. My parents always said, ‘this is worse for us than you’ and now I understand what they meant.

    January 27, 2016 at 5:13 pm
    • Reply Sharon

      Definitely because the punishment is definitely hurting me!

      January 28, 2016 at 12:11 pm
  • Reply Rolene

    Thank you for this honest post. I hate it when I lose it! And the guilt!! I just wish I can learn to handle things better.

    January 27, 2016 at 7:01 pm
    • Reply Sharon

      We *I* feel your pain!

      January 28, 2016 at 12:10 pm
  • Reply Sandy

    I have had such a laugh reading this because I “lost my shit” yesterday and then felt as guilty as hell. Glad I am not the only one 😉

    January 28, 2016 at 8:34 am
    • Reply Sharon

      I also feel guilty about it! ALL THE TIME!

      January 28, 2016 at 12:09 pm
  • Reply Jozi Wahm

    Now I feel a bit better about the fact that I have been losing it very frequently recently. My kids have been monsters this week.

    January 28, 2016 at 10:29 am
    • Reply Sharon

      You are not alone!

      January 28, 2016 at 12:08 pm
  • Reply Cindy

    Oh man! That sounds rough! I would have (and regularly do) lose my cool. Too regularly eek

    January 28, 2016 at 1:02 pm
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  • Reply saraessop

    Taking away screen time is the only punishment that works in my house too 😀 . I’m tempted to do it for a prolonged period now after reading this!

    February 5, 2016 at 9:54 pm
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