I had take Zoe to her violin lesson. The whole way there, she prattled on demanding that I play guessing games. She changed the rules mid-game multiple times and excitedly talked to me about her day and the game. Her lesson was full of more of the same. It takes place in her teacher's house and the teacher always includes the parents. I started feeling over-stimulated by kid stuff. On the way home, we had to stop by WalMart to get pumpkins and a costume for Alex. She talked and talked and talked. I felt like my head was going to explode. We were standing in the costume aisle and I was reaching down to look at a Whoopie Cushion costume for Alex and I tuned her out. She asked me what to do about a costume that had come out of a bag (sigh) and I told her to just put it down. Dissatisfied by my lack of attention, she turned to the good mom next to me and demanded her help. The woman was sweet and kind to Zoe and helped her get the costume back into the bag while giving me dirty looks.
Yah. I felt like hell. You know she was posting on FB or message forums about the crappy mom she met.
I just couldn't listen to another second of chatter and so I missed it.
I left feeling like I shouldn't be a mom some days.
Kris
Yah. I felt like hell. You know she was posting on FB or message forums about the crappy mom she met.
I just couldn't listen to another second of chatter and so I missed it.
I left feeling like I shouldn't be a mom some days.
Kris
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