Last night. It was not a good night for me. I was tired. R had class. J was home after being gone four nights. All three kids were demanding something of me — all at the same time. By the time little SL asked for his FIFTH plate of spaghetti, which he promptly dumped on the floor and licked up, I got in his little angelic face and said, “DON’T ASK ME FOR ANOTHER PLATE OF SPAGHETTI.”
Not my proudest moment as a mother.
I am sorry I raised my voice to you. You deserve better. You deserve a mommy that is not too tired to mommy. I will not soon forget your sad face my stern words and harsh tone inspired. I hope I don’t ever make you make that face again. You are such a tough little boy, though. If someone talked to me like that I would have run in the other room and cried in my pillow!!!! Tonight will be a better night. I thank God in advance for giving me another chance. =)