I'm a Werewolf Mom.

Whoever said that patience is a virtue had to have been a mother. By far, the most difficult thing about parenting, for me, is managing to keep myself from snapping, screaming, and yelling at my children on a daily basis. I tend to do a decent job of it during the day. For example, when my son throws a fit because I used the orange crayon to draw a Power Ranger mask instead of the red crayon, I somehow manage to refrain from screaming at the top of my lungs what I am thinking, which is, Who f***ing cares what color the G*d**m mask is, this is the five thousandth one I’ve drawn this week. Or, when my daughter refuses to get in the car because she can’t find her favorite sunglasses, even though we’re twenty minutes late for where we’re supposed to be, and even though I have brought along two other pairs of sunglasses for her to choose from, I don’t snap at her to get in the car before I take your sunglasses and smash them into a million little pieces. Instead, I calmly tell her that I will help her find her glasses later and that if she doesn’t get in the car now, I will have no choice but to leave her at home. And then I close my eyes, and I exhale deeply.

 

But I must be part Werewolf or something, because by nightfall, all signs of the zen, calm, exhaling mommy have vanished, and in her place is a crazed, screaming, lunatic mommy who flies off the handle at the first sign of a bedtime stall tactic. Davis doesn’t like the sippy cup I put his water in and wants me to get him a different one? I. DON’T. CARE. Harper’s upset because I won’t read another chapter of her book? I. HAVE. HAD. ENOUGH.

 

I don’t intend to lose it, of course. Most days, in fact, I wake up promising myself that today, I am not going to lose it. After all, they’re little, and I’m their mommy, and I don’t want them to feel that I’m unpredictable, or that bedtime is stressful for them. But by the end of the day, after twelve hours of whining and tantrums, when I’m this close to having an hour or two to myself, well…I just lose it. It’s kind of like being on a diet, I think. You start off in the morning resolved to be good; no carbs, lots of protein and fresh veggies, nothing junky. And from the time you wake up until around dinner, you stick to it. But then bedtime rolls around, and you’re starving, and the next thing you know, you’re in the kitchen, scarfing down an entire bag of goldfish crackers and three bowls of cereal, and suddenly, you’ve got a major case of the guilties.

 

kericky
10.19.08

its a blessing in the sky i thought i was the only one doing this i feel more like a monster than anything else i thought i wanted theraphy like iwas going coco idont have it at night but during the days when i come from work and have a house to keep clean and to pump breast milk to cook dinner and look after a now 5 months old who always need you a 12 years old and a 5 year old and a dum jack of a husband who comes home late and if he does come home early he lives around the computer playing games i swear to good i have sell myself short

mama6
09.18.08

Hey I read your story I feel your pain all the time I have six children and 3 boys and 3 girls and the age groups is pre-toddler to pre-teen my house is party all the time. I cuss, scream, yell at the top of my lungs for them to do the simpliest things like clean their room stop hitting each other stay out the kitchen when mommie is cooking a nice dinner or stop jumping on the coach. And the best one you can not play SIMS, on school weekends. When I leave my husband to watch the children he wants to fly the coop and tell me they are the devils spawn I want to go too Iraq for awhile. Can you imagine what I go through on a daily basis thats why I went back to work. My family is making it challenging for me to hold on to it. Let me tell you a real story on the 1st week I started work my husband decided to want a motorcycle know behold he almost kill himself by working on the gears and hit my neighbors gate and dented her car WHY LORD!! So, my neighbor told me he has injured leg and bad bruise on his head. I was so shocked and scared that he actually killed himself and at the same time he was watching the children and thats when he flew across the street and met is tragedy in one day can you imgaine it. I can honestly feel your pain.

mama6
09.18.08

Hey I read your story I feel your pain all the time I have six children and 3 boys and 3 girls and the age groups is pre-toddler to pre-teen my house is party all the time. I cuss, scream, yell at the top of my lungs for them to do the simpliest things like clean their room stop hitting each other stay out the kitchen when mommie is cooking a nice dinner or stop jumping on the coach. And the best one you can not play SIMS, on school weekends. When I leave my husband to watch the children he wants to fly the coop and tell me they are the devils spawn I want to go too Iraq for awhile. Can you imagine what I go through on a daily basis thats why I went back to work. My family is making it challenging for me to hold on to it. Let me tell you a real story on the 1st week I started work my husband decided to want a motorcycle know behold he almost kill himself by working on the gears and hit my neighbors gate and dented her car WHY LORD!! So, my neighbor told me he has injured leg and bad bruise on his head. I was so shocked and scared that he actually killed himself and at the same time he was watching the children and thats when he flew across the street and met is tragedy in one day can you imgaine it. I can honestly feel your pain.

HipMom
09.10.08

Bless you, for writing this and making me feel less of a monster. My husband gets annoyed at the fact that I have such a temper in the evening, but when I leave HIM alone with the girls for a whole day, he's either ready to collapse or to explode when I get home. So nice to know I am not alone.

peggyelee
09.07.08

seriously 'nail on the head' - thanks for putting laughter in what can be the most aggravating time of day.

annanadia40
08.17.08

Thankyou for making me laugh out loud at what you wrote-it's soooo true!! Don't worry, we all do it and don't believe those who say that they don't coz they are lying! God bless!

jennsweet
08.09.08

I just read MY life story...especially at bedtime. It's kinda comforting to know that I'm not alone and not the only one that goes through that. Helps with the guilt and feelings of incompetence. Thanks for sharing that.

jessjames4
08.06.08

Amen sister!!!!

Thebe
08.06.08

I seem to get most edgy in the evening when we're behind schedule on the whole dinner/jammies/story/bed thing. When I'm even a half-hour behind schedule, that means I have less than an hour to myself before I collapse. Then every extra request and stalling tactic makes me crazy. So I try hard to get ahead of schedule and start the "landing cycle" at 7 instead of 7:30. It's hard, but it pays off because I'm more relaxed and manage last-minute requests much better. And oddly enough, the more relaxed I am -- the fewer requests!

monkeywoman
08.06.08

OMG -you nailed it! I dread each and every evening. I feel almost panicky to get to 8 or 8:30 and put my son to sleep hoping all the while that he won't cry or fuss because I'm not sure how much longer I can hold it together. I definitely get "meaner" as the day wears on! I've worked part time and not worked outside the home -and it doesn't matter -I'm still ready to blow by 8 pm. I think it's really difficult for working moms and non-working moms. On one hand SAHMs have been with the kids all freaking day long and are just plain done, but then working moms are tired from their jobs and feel like they should be "perfect" for the few hours they spend with their kids at night, but they're still really tired and need to relax too. I would give anything if my son's preschool operated from 5-8 pm instead of in the morning.