I'm joining Lisa Jo Baker in writing, unedited, for five minutes about a simple prompt. Ready, set....
I saw Red this morning. Literally saw red all over Allie's indecision on what to wear to school his morning. Remember I said I now I have a tween? Well I seem to have one who was overtired and couldn't make up her mind. All over a sweater.
First she didn't like how it felt. That wasn't good enough for me. See, she just HAD TO HAVE this Selena Gomez designed shirt. In the store I made her feel it since she is the pickiest dresser ever created. Everything has to be just so, the right texture, color, etc... This morning she puts the sweater on and freaks because it is "too tight" and "feels funny". Nope, you are wearing it I say. She starts complaining, I grab the sweater take it off her and threaten to give it to someone who deserves it.
Yes, I became a mad woman. A horrible mom, one who fell to a nine-year old's level.
The shirt goes back on because now she wants to wear it. And this went on for 40 minutes. I do, I don't, I don't know. All the way to the bus stop.
She is crying. I have a stomach ache. We have upset Boo with our screaming match. We hear the bus and she looked at me and asked do I think her friends can tell she has been crying? I say no, give her a kiss and send her on the bus.
I sent my daughter, the one who makes me laugh minute by minute to school knowing I was upset with her. Instead of being Carole Brady I was a lunatic.
I saw red this morning and I am not proud of myself.