Every Saturday I bring you a parenting mistake my husband and I have made. Please have a laugh or cry at our expense — we really are good parents, I swear.
This week’s mistakes involves being ill prepared. I should know by now that as soon as I feel like overwhelming irritation I need to look at a calendar. When I see that I am pre-menstrual, I need to hussle to the drug store and pick-up my wonder drug, Premsyn PMS. I don’t know what they put in there, but it takes the crabbies away. Instead, I put off picking some up, and spent the week feeling miserable and short tempered.
We ran an errand after work to the farm store, and Nora was dawdling and doing what toddlers do. I forced myself to be patient, telling her to blow the baby chicks a good-bye kiss, letting her look at the goats one more time, but when I finally got her out to the car and she refused to get in the car seat I lost my cool, “Mommy doesn’t have any more patience! You’re going to get in the car seat right now and we’re going home!”
A side effect of me being crabby and stressed out is that Nora starts acting like a total pill. She gets defiant and wild. Which escalates my stress. I can’t be a good parent without patience. And once a month, I can’t have patience without Premsyn. I wonder if the sell it at Costco? I need it in bulk.