It was just one of those days. You know, the kind where you sit down at the end of the day and you're frazzled, worn out, and disgusted with yourself? I stunk at the whole motherhood thing today. The girls were wild and out of control. But that's neither here nor there. The problem was in my reactions. I was snappy, loud, impatient, controlling, and angry. And the girls fed on it. They got more and more wound up and pushed more and more of my buttons until I finally just loaded them in the car and started driving. I knew that despite the rain we had to get out of the house and go do something, or else. Ree said we should go see the Easter Bunny, so I pointed the car toward a mall and that's just what we did.
They were in awe of the bunny and on their best behavior. Cute, huh?
But the good behavior ended when we pulled back into the garage. Once home, they were even more hyper than before. Screaming with laughter, ignoring everything I said, hanging on each other until they fell down, throwing clothes and toys all over the place. You name it.
They had been singing a whole bunch of really cute songs about the rain on the drive home, so when we arrived, I whipped out the purse cam and tried to record them for my mom. Yeah, like that was going to happen. They were practically vibrating with energy.
They just kept getting wilder, so I gave up on the video thing, and did the only thing that helps when they get like this. I separated them. Ro went into her room and Ree into hers and I told them to get ready for bed and stood in the hall until I was calmer. Then I walked back and forth between their rooms adjusting pajamas, brushing teeth, etc. I said goodnight to both and told them tomorrow would be a better day. And I know it will, for all of us. It's a new day, right? And no matter what happens, I will do better.