Norman
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A leftist feminist with doctorate in education lost her shit when she heard about the Make Women Great Again event. Turns out she needs it the most...
The Day Mommy Lost Her Shit
"Spring break was upon our household like the Bubonic plague. Kids were crawling all over the place and I had 14 days worth of maximum security lock up to look forward to. I WORK FROM HOME which has as many benefits as drawbacks. One major drawback being, I canât get my work done when my kids are home.
I tried to find camps to send them to, but that ship had sailed.
The week started out with the common daily issues we all face in our households. There was a ton of screaming, crying, fist fighting, food throwing, running, and tattle telling.
I was DOING MY BEST TO KEEP IT TOGETHER. I was stressed with work, the demands of the three tiny hemorrhoids, and I was getting ready to have my second surgery for the year. I was not in the best state of mind to say the least.
Day seven of the break, I got a letter in the mail from my homeowners associations stating that we had violated our deed restrictions and owed a $100 fine. I was livid.
I had been battling with these Napoleonic retirees for months and I was done. I loaded everyone into the car and drove to the management office to pay my association fees and address my recent violation. I jumped out of the van to discover that the office was closed. My blood began to boil. I automatically texted my husband a list of obscenities that I could not blurt out in front of the kids.
I boldly and feverishly texted that I was on the verge of throat punching someone and buckled myself back into my seat.
On the drive home the kids continued to fight over who was going to watch what when we got home. One kid hit another kid with a book in the backseat and I swung around screaming, âIf I have to pull this van over you will not be happy!â
My idle threat fell on deaf ears as I continued home with the miniature tyrants screaming that they wanted to swim. I tried to text my husband to calm me down but he was in a meeting and couldnât respond.
We entered the house and I ran into my office to check my voice-mails. Just as I had dialed a number I heard two of my kids screaming and crying as though they were being mauled by a grizzly bear. I ran from the office to find them fighting over a stuffed penguin.
At that moment I lost my shit and it was one of my worst parenting moments ever.
I couldnât take another second of the SCREAMING AND FIGHTING. I grabbed the stuffed penguin and said, âIf youâre going to fight over it, youâre going to lose it!â I then proceeded to make the penguin a double amputee by ripping his arms off. I stuffed him in the garbage can and looked back at my kids.
They stood there, in silence, mortified that I had maimed the penguin from Madagascar. I shoved his mangled body in the trash can and smacked his beaten head with the lid. He had made his way into an early grave.
Even I stood there in shock, I was now a stuffed animal murderer.
The kids took one look at me and were off like a bat out of hell and ran for their rooms. I followed, screaming hysterically about their constant fighting, and continued my rant for about five more minutes. Nothing in my path was safe. I slammed chairs, threw toys, clothing, and shoes.
As I walked past a mirror in the living room I caught a glimpse of myself and I stopped. I looked like a crazy lunatic."
The Day Mommy Lost Her Shit | Filter Free Parents
The people who can not even put their own kids in order are who are educating ours.
The Day Mommy Lost Her Shit
"Spring break was upon our household like the Bubonic plague. Kids were crawling all over the place and I had 14 days worth of maximum security lock up to look forward to. I WORK FROM HOME which has as many benefits as drawbacks. One major drawback being, I canât get my work done when my kids are home.
I tried to find camps to send them to, but that ship had sailed.
The week started out with the common daily issues we all face in our households. There was a ton of screaming, crying, fist fighting, food throwing, running, and tattle telling.
I was DOING MY BEST TO KEEP IT TOGETHER. I was stressed with work, the demands of the three tiny hemorrhoids, and I was getting ready to have my second surgery for the year. I was not in the best state of mind to say the least.
Day seven of the break, I got a letter in the mail from my homeowners associations stating that we had violated our deed restrictions and owed a $100 fine. I was livid.
I had been battling with these Napoleonic retirees for months and I was done. I loaded everyone into the car and drove to the management office to pay my association fees and address my recent violation. I jumped out of the van to discover that the office was closed. My blood began to boil. I automatically texted my husband a list of obscenities that I could not blurt out in front of the kids.
I boldly and feverishly texted that I was on the verge of throat punching someone and buckled myself back into my seat.
On the drive home the kids continued to fight over who was going to watch what when we got home. One kid hit another kid with a book in the backseat and I swung around screaming, âIf I have to pull this van over you will not be happy!â
My idle threat fell on deaf ears as I continued home with the miniature tyrants screaming that they wanted to swim. I tried to text my husband to calm me down but he was in a meeting and couldnât respond.
We entered the house and I ran into my office to check my voice-mails. Just as I had dialed a number I heard two of my kids screaming and crying as though they were being mauled by a grizzly bear. I ran from the office to find them fighting over a stuffed penguin.
At that moment I lost my shit and it was one of my worst parenting moments ever.
I couldnât take another second of the SCREAMING AND FIGHTING. I grabbed the stuffed penguin and said, âIf youâre going to fight over it, youâre going to lose it!â I then proceeded to make the penguin a double amputee by ripping his arms off. I stuffed him in the garbage can and looked back at my kids.
They stood there, in silence, mortified that I had maimed the penguin from Madagascar. I shoved his mangled body in the trash can and smacked his beaten head with the lid. He had made his way into an early grave.
Even I stood there in shock, I was now a stuffed animal murderer.
The kids took one look at me and were off like a bat out of hell and ran for their rooms. I followed, screaming hysterically about their constant fighting, and continued my rant for about five more minutes. Nothing in my path was safe. I slammed chairs, threw toys, clothing, and shoes.
As I walked past a mirror in the living room I caught a glimpse of myself and I stopped. I looked like a crazy lunatic."
The Day Mommy Lost Her Shit | Filter Free Parents
The people who can not even put their own kids in order are who are educating ours.
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