If Mama Ain't Happy, Ain't Nobody Happy

This was me today.  Maybe not the fangs, but if I had fangs, I may have actually eaten my young instead of just growling at them all day.

Who knows why we get like this (we being moms collectively, because if you're a mom you know you have days like this).  Honestly, there was nothing in my day that should have pushed me over the edge...

Except for Gabby whining about all the fun things I offered to do with them today because she only wanted to go to a movie.  That's it.  Nothing else would do.  Not even Disneyland (and no I didn't offer Disneyland, but I'm pretty sure if I had, she wouldn't have liked it because it wasn't a movie).

And Joie throwing a fit because she chose to go barefoot outside then stepped on a huge thorn (ok, maybe it was a small stick) then me having to drive 100 yards down the hill to pick her up in the car because she "couldn't walk," and I couldn't carry her and hike up a hill...something to do with surgery recovery.  I'm thinking that wouldn't have been a good idea.

And Nate not getting out of bed before 10:00 a.m.

And Jeran and Megan...  Well, they may have escaped the list today.  Except there was that one time Jeran looked at me wrong, and that one tiny item that was out of place in Megan's room after she said she cleaned it...

Get the picture?

I was a mama bear on a war path, and anything anyone did (with the exception of stay out of the way) would have resulted in a growl (or at the very least, a snarl).

You know the other day when I talked about the concept of attunement?  Well, I honestly think it can go both ways.  In other words (and said in my best Jeff Foxworthy accent), "If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy."  


When Tim got home this evening I cried to him.  "And I'm not sure why I'm this way," I heard myself saying.  "I'm so tired, and I have no energy.  I sleep at night and still want to nap during the day..."


When he mentioned still needing time to recover from major surgery as a possibility, I knew he was right, but the mama bear in me (a.k.a. type A) didn't want to hear it.  Frankly, I'm sick of naps, sick of being tired, sick of not being able to do fun energetic things with my kids, sick of not being able to work out...  And I'm pretty sure if I could work out it would release some of this mama bear energy.

But meanwhile, the kids are steering clear of me, even though I told them I just need sleep and I'll feel better, and it's not their fault.  At that point Gabby asked if I'd be the "fun mom again" when I'm better, which made me laugh.  And even though laughing about it kind of dispelled some of the tension, I don't see or hear a kid right now.  They've all found things to do outside, with friends, downstairs...

So please know, if I bite your head off, I really don't mean it.  Really.  I promise.