I woke up this morning feeling a little anxious. I have a Psychology final tomorrow...and I haven't even read the last chapter.
I then woke up my 3 sons and began getting everyone ready for school. I said to everyone "OK let's get moving this morning so we don't have to rush off to school. You know mommy is not the happiest when we all have to rush". And I then headed to the other room to get breakfast ready.
Once everyone was in the kitchen, I went to sit down and relax (have morning coffee) for a few. I did my regular call from the couch..."we have 15 more minutes and don't forget to brush your teeth and wash your faces". My oldest son comes to tell me that the middle son hasn't even started eating. When I enter the kitchen there is my middle son standing at the table doing nothing. I ask him what is the wrong. And he tells me that he is waiting for his big brother to finish so he can sit in THAT chair. I almost lost it because there are 4 empty chairs that he could pick from...but I remained cool and told him to sit, and hurry.
After giving everyone lunch money and telling them to put it in their pocket...I find a ten dollar bill on the floor. Guess whose it is. Yup, the middle son. I told him, with a bit of attitude, to pick it up and put it in his pocket.
Next came the reminder to put on shoes and coats and get backpacks...we have 5 minutes left. When it is time to walk out the door, there are only 2 kids ready and at the door. I go to find the middle son and he is in the coat closet without a coat, without a backpack and staring at his shoes. When asked what was wrong he tells me that his shoelace is broken. At this point I lost it. Yes the shoelace was broken. But guess what. That was not the pair of shoes he is even supposed to wear to school. The correct pair were sitting right next to him. I did a bit of ranting and raving and he ended up in tears.
After arriving at school, I reassured him that I was not mad at him and I love him. But I could see in his eyes that he was still just not right.
So here I am, back at home, needing to do some serious studying, but I am thinking about my poor baby. I just want to go back to school and hold him and give him lots of big kisses:kiss
For those parents out there...do you ever have these mornings or am I just an awful parent? And if you do have these mornings how do you resolve them?
