I was trying to snatch a moment of peace in the bathroom when I caught wind of your hushed remark. You might have thought I was out of earshot, or perhaps you didn’t mind if I heard—either way, your words reached me loud and clear. When you whispered to your sister, “Mom is about to snap,” I didn’t feel guilty or apologetic. My immediate reaction? You bet I’m about to snap!
Yes, darling, I am on the brink of losing my cool. And since you didn’t ask, let me enlighten you on why.
I’m about to snap because despite my countless reminders—about 78, to be precise—those filthy socks are still strewn across the kitchen counter. A place where we prepare meals and gather for family time, not a makeshift laundry room for your stinky, crusty rags.
I’m about to lose it because I sat down in the bathroom only to find myself in a pool of pee. Seriously! Not only have you forgotten to lift the seat before you go, but you also seem to have no interest in cleaning up after yourself. I know you see it; I’ve watched you gaze at the evidence of your bathroom mischief. Remember that time I found you with your chin resting on the toilet, observing the bubbles in your pee? Yeah, I haven’t forgotten that either, so don’t pretend you’re oblivious to the mess.
I’m also on the verge of losing my sanity because I’ve asked you at least 1,267 times to shut the door behind you, yet you leave it wide open, inviting every bug in the neighborhood to join our family.
When I say “no,” your response is an endless string of “but why?” that’s reaching decibel levels only dogs can hear. And don’t even get me started on the Olympic-level tattling competition you and your sister have concocted, which inevitably ends with someone in tears.
I’ve reminded you a staggering 26 times to brush your teeth, comb your hair, make your bed, and, for the love of all things holy, put on clean underwear—but here we are at 2 PM, and none of those tasks have seen any action.
There’s dog poop in the family room, and a mysterious odor wafting from an unknown source. Is it the couch? The carpet? Or have I become the source of the smell? Honestly, I can’t even tell anymore.
I’m about to lose it because everyone is stepping on each other’s toes, and I haven’t had a moment to think, pee, or eat in solitude for what feels like forever.
Now, you may think I fly off the handle often, but let’s not forget those rare moments when I’ve kept my cool. Like when you decided to decorate yourself with permanent markers just before dinner. Or that time you chose the backyard as your personal bathroom, despite the real one being right there.
And let’s not overlook the indoor water balloon battle, where every part of me was screaming, “What are you thinking?” Yet, I managed to keep calm. There are limits, though—after repeating “stop hitting your sister” for the umpteenth time and wondering why there’s a toy in the dog’s bowl, my patience starts to wear thin.
So yes, my dear, I am on the edge of losing it, and that’s why. Got it? Great! Now, could you kindly pick up those socks, close the door, and brush your teeth? Pretty please? Because Mama needs to sneak away and enjoy some candy bars in the closet before I really lose it.
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In summary, parenting can be a chaotic journey filled with moments that test our patience. Sometimes, all we need is a little understanding and a moment of peace. So let’s tackle these daily tasks together and create a more harmonious home.