Today has been a tough day. Not as tough a day as many people around the world are having – fighting illness, war, abuse, hunger, poverty, and the inability to use the correct there/their/they’re – but more of a day full of annoyances and frustrations. Minor in terms of the scope of problems that I just mentioned, but that knowledge doesn’t make me feel less frustrated. And I am trying not to feel guilty about that. Sometimes we just need to feel frustrated. To give into to it for a minute before we can get over it. So I am.
My daughter hasn’t been feeling well for the past few days. She has had a fever and has been waking up through the past few nights, which then causes her to be cranky during the following days because she is tired. So I have gotten little more than a couple of hours of restless sleep for the past few nights, which has led to me also being cranky during the day. So when my daughter has total meltdowns because I won’t allow her to put a plastic bag over her head, or she throws the lotion on the floor-causing it to explode all over the carpet, or when she smacks me the face with the force of a miniature prize-fighter, my own exhaustion and crankiness cause me to want to have a total meltdown. What can I throw? Who can I smack in the face?
Here’s the thing though. It will pass. One night soon (please God, please) she will feel better and get a good night of sleep. And then so will I. And life will be good again… until it’s not. That’s the way parenting goes. It is tough. It is wonderful. Often both at the same time.
So, I am not writing this post to ask for advice on how to get through this. And I am certainly not writing this post to give advice on how to get through a similar situation. I am simply writing this to remind everyone that Tough happens. It happens to the best of us. And to the not-even-close-to-the-best-of-us. It happens in big problems and small annoyances. And sometimes we let our frustrations get the best of us. Sometimes we even throw things or have meltdowns. And sometimes that’s ok… as long as you are not at work. Or at a restaurant with tablecloths. Or the grocery store. Or on public transportation. Or really anywhere in public if you can help it.
I am woman, hear me roar!!! (in the privacy of my own home, of course.)
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