|"You Oughtta Know, Dave."|
You know that day when you are the World's Best Mother? Your kid (
That totally happened to me. I was the World's Best Mother.
Two more tantrums. From two more children. All within the twenty minutes we had left to get ready to go to church.
Being the upstanding Christian woman I am, I lost my stuff.
Twenty minutes later I found myself in a silent and tension filled minivan, cuh-razy embarrassed over *my* tantrum which probably included the phrases (yelled, of course) "WHY CAN'T WE EVER JUST GO TO CHURCH IN PEACE?" and "FINE! DON'T BE NICE TO YOUR SISTER. HAVE FUN TALKING TO JESUS ABOUT THAT!" and, my personal favorite, "WHAT AM I, YOUR MO- ... (scrambling thoughts, because yeah, um, I totally am your mom) I AM NOT THE MAID!"
I sneaked a peek at Brian who was driving us to church. He was just chilled out, driving the van like nothing had happened. I risked a tiny, "Sorry I was a jerk." And louder still, to the occupants of the back seats, "Sorry Mama was mean and threw a fit." They all forgave me because my family is awesome
"Kel, what you did with Eve's tantrum was great. That was spot on. You handled that perfectly. The other two ... well, you need to work on that. If you were a baseball player your batting average would be .333, which is pretty decent. Especially in the majors. So don't beat yourself up too much. You have a professional level batting average. You are a Major League Mom
That. That is why I married him.