**Warning — Bitch Alert! (written late last night)
This afternoon I took a little “me” break, and I got a pedicure. It was such a nice hour: Quiet, Calm, Relaxing, and a Beautiful Outcome to boot. After that, it was pretty much a downward spiral. The rain was pouring down at school pick-up, and my son came out to the car and informed me that he hit his head on the concrete at recess. That was just the beginning. There was homework, dogs to feed, snacks flying everywhere, a report about some shenanigans at school, and my younger son realizing that he misplaced his iTouch.
At this point, we are all in a frenzy looking for the iTouch, talking about behavior expectations at school, trying to reach our cousin who is a pediatrician about the head smacking the concrete, and making our way through the 2nd grade spelling list. This is when announcing that everyone was putting on their pj’s, having dinner, and waiting for bedtime was appropriate. BUT, noooooooo…..I promised the boys that we would go see our local high school basketball team in round 2 of the state playoffs (45 minutes each way from our house).
That is the thing about moms, sometimes we do too much! So, off to the game we went (they lost), and back home from the game we came. I confess – I let the boys have Wendy’s for dinner. I don’t do it often, but last night there was no other choice.
They did not believe me when I said that they could get Wendy’s while my guilt was settling in deeper.
After the Wendy’s, we spent another 45 minutes searching for the iTouch (when the dog probably ate it), and I called it a day. I tucked the boys in, and told them that the search party would reconvene tomorrow after a good night’s rest AND a good day at school.
Add this terrible day on the heels of my mom’s recuperation from back surgery and my father-in-law’s continued stay at the hospital. Now, it is 10 p.m., and I am trying to brush off the feeling of being the worst mom ever, and convince myself that tomorrow will be better. I have two jam-packed days that involve really putting the prototype to the test. On Friday, I am meeting prototype guy #2 over Skype to discuss unmentionables and more. Tomorrow, I must get ready.
Except that I am a bad, disorganized, fast-food feeding mom, and how do I overcome that feeling?
It is hard not to get caught up in bad day as a mom, mompreneur, working mom. We try to be so many roles, and to accomplish so much in one day. Most days with the help of intense list making and prioritizing, we can pull it off, but not every day. Today was one of those days that I could not make it all work.
My remedy to wash away the icky, bad mom feeling:
Warm shower, glass of wine, chocolate, good book, and get into bed. Wake up thinking that it is a new day…DO NOT let the evil thoughts of the day before invade your new day. A big cup of joe in the a.m., and maybe, just maybe, some yoga…
I will let you know how it goes for me….Do you have a cure for the bad day that you swear by? Please share here….Rachel