33 and One More to Grow On...Plus, A Breakfast Blowout

This is the honest truth. And must be added to the "33 reasons" list.


Sam is my boom.
He's holds the mirror, kindly reflecting the severity of my craziness. When I am lost, no, trapped in a mire of chaos and taking it out on my kids- he's the one that pulls me out without belittling. I really am so lucky!

So it goes without saying, that when he's out of town (like now), I'm worthless. It's the sad truth.

CASE IN POINT

Maybe it was due to the fact that I only got 3 hours of sleep (this is a normal occurrence when Sam is out of town). But this morning, I had a fuse as short as my thumbnail.

This does not excuse me for my behavior.

For one thing, I yelled a lot this morning. YELLED. A LOT...

• "Quit fighting! Eddie, Jack, you're BOTH grounded for the rest of the year! You are NEVER PLAYING AGAIN. EVER!!!"
  
• "ADA!!! FOR.THE.LAST.TIME.GETYOURSCHOOLCLOTHES ON- NOOOOOOOOW!"

Stuff like that. I almost sent the kids off to school crying (I was nearly crying too).

Ironically, the miserable morning actually took a positive turn when I came to the head of my fatigue-induced rage. And I profaned.

I spilled apple juice all over Ada's phonics workbook. Exasperated, I hollered "DAMMIT!"

Three little heads shoot up in amazement. Then I hear a quiet, sober voice:

• "Mom. You really shouldn't say that word."
  
• "I know Eddie, I'm sorry."
  
• "Yeah, that's a bad word," Ada rubs in.
  
• Then Jack, thoughtful, gives his two cents on the matter;
  

"You know. If you were at a fancy restaurant and said something like that...I bet they'd throw you out."

I laughed out loud. It was like a shot of sunshine.

That being said, I'm counting the hours until my better half gets home :).