I think that title says it all.
Perhaps I don’t need to say more. I will, though, because sometimes just saying something is cathartic. I don’t know who reads these posts. I don’t write them to make money, especially since I don’t even make a penny writing them.
It was a horrid afternoon. That’s my version of sugarcoating it.
I ended up not only being the dad in the parking lot borderline yelling at one of his kids (oh, so close it was) but also the dad in the store with a wailing boy who wants ONE MORE CHANCE PLEASE to push the cart after getting several chances to push the cart.
Really. I tried to be patient. Up until a certain point, I hadn’t even raised my voice (or signed “louder”) but when I gave him that last chance and he had the absolute gall to say “I don’t really want to push it, but I will” it was the last straw.
I took a deep breath, and said “Ok, I’ll push then.” Yeah, that worked out well. I got a little Monkey boy yelling at me that I’m A LIAR A BIG LIAR! and then trying to grab the cart and so on.
I’m exhausted. Mentally, physically, emotionally.
Parenthood is worth it, but there are plenty of moments that are just crap. I don’t think we need to pretend that those moments don’t exist.
Anyway, the patience part. I ended up sending him to his room for a while when we got home, because my patience was gone and I wanted to call him names. At least I managed not to do that, right?
