#day14 of #30days of #radicalaccountability complete. it did not involve purchasing more index cards.
I love that my long-haired beach babies not only allow us to put their hair in ponytails, but actually request it. Miles in particular loves when we pull his hair back. “Make me a pony!” he requests. And then when you do it, he screeches, “I a PONY!” and runs around to show everyone his hair before promptly wrecking it while loving it.
These are the things I try to remind myself to focus on when I’m ready to throttle my kids. Like this morning. You know how your kids are like, “Mom! Mommy! Mom! Mama! MAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Mommy!” or that plus asking for the same thing you just said you’d do in a minute and somehow in less than 60 seconds they manage to ask about eleventybillion times? OH MY GOD WHY WON’T YOU PLEASE SHUT UP. This is probably one of my biggest triggers. It drives my anxiety through the ROOF and makes me feel like a cornered animal. I almost lost it this morning.
Miles asked me, “Mommy, can I have a shake?” which is a normal morning request, and I said, “Sure! I just need to finish cleaning up brother’s pee.” Which apparently was the WRONG RESPONSE.
“Mommy! I need a shake!”
“Buddy, I will get it in a minute.”
“Mommy! Make my SHAAAAAAKE.”
“Miles. I am cleaning up pee. As soon as I’m done, I will make you a shake.”
“I need a shake.”
[no response]
“I need a SHAAAAAAAKE.”
[no response]
“MOMMY! MAAAAAAAAAAAAA-MEEEEEEEEEEEE! I need you to make me a SHAAAAAAAAAAAAKE.”
“Miles. I already told you I will make you a shake. I can’t do it until I’m done with this. Please stop asking me.”
“MOMMY! I NEED A SHAKE.”
And….repeat. For what feels like forever.
When you’re elbow deep in a potty chair full of pee that was sitting in a puddle of pee on the plastic splashmat that you located and spread out under the potty chair just the night before, the last thing you want is a little person screaming in your ear and jiggling your elbow.
Mornings are not my best time. If you’ve ever met me, this is obvious. On my good days, I’m barely coherent. On my bad days, I am That Mom you swear you’ll never be. We’ve talked about her before, many times.
I seriously do not know how I did not flip out. But, I didn’t flip out.
I cleaned up the pee. I didn’t scream. I made the shakes. And then this cuteness happened so it was like instant reward for not losing my flipping mind at 7:30 a.m.
I count this a win.
My first half-marathon is in less than 48 hours. My cold is on the way out, thanks to awesome immune support that allowed me to kick it’s butt. And I have an amazing husband who made us a delicious dinner and rented a movie and poured me some delicious wine as a treat to celebrate getting through a long week for both of us. I’m looking forward to sleeping exceptionally well tonight.
Today’s stats:
- Shakes: One, and lots of solid, nurient-dense foods to make sure I’m prepped for Sunday
- Tablets: Yeahhhh…about that… I slacked on everything but immunity today.
- Tea: Not quite as tea crazy today, but still a lot.
- Protein: On target.
- Carbs: What up, whole grains and veggies!
- Water: Not much plain water, but a lot of non-caffeinated fluids. Tomorrow is all about concentrated hydration.
- Workouts: Pre-race rest day
- Chores: I unloaded the dishwasher after not screaming at the kiddos. Because I’m awesome like that.
- Sleep: It’s a work in progress
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