When I Become a Beastly Mom
Editor's Note: We all strive to be good moms, right? But if we're honest, with ourselves and others, we're not always spot on. Some days are really, really hard. Some harder than others. Amy at Adorable Chaos recently wrote about those moments when she turns from Good Mom into Beastly Mom. I think we can all relate. -Jenna
But there are days like today, when I don’t have a fucking clue what they need. Hell, I don’t even know what I need. I turn into beastly mom. Long streams of words fly around me while I attempt to regain some sense of sanity. Then I try to tell myself I need more fresh green juices to power through the day. It should be that simple, right? Then I blame Lyme or gluten for my own bad behavior. Finally, I convince myself that the kid’s difficult behavior is a genetic mutation from the Husband’s side of the family.
I keep looking all around me to figure out what the hell is up with my seriously discontent children.
There is one place that I am not looking.
Damn it. Now I have to look at me.