I told you yesterday that I subbed at E’s school–and that it was bad. I came home in a nasty mood. The kind of mood that when you are in it you don’t want anyone to talk to you, look at you, touch you, sit near you, etc. The kind of mood that says ” I need a time out!”
I did recognize that I was in this type of mood. Sidenote: if I were a kid an noticed that my mom was in a bad mood I would steer clear. Not my kids! NOPE! Apparently, mom in a bad mood screams “Let’s see how long it takes until we get her head to explode” As I was saying, I did recognize my short temper, lack of patience and general grumpiness. And I warned my kids—-I had a really bad day, I’m grumpy and my patience is at negative 10 right now—so give me a break!
Then I put myself to bed at 8:00 when I put E, who was also grumpy, to bed.
And we both woke up in much, much happier moods.
We woke up at 5:30 and decided on oatmeal and toast for breakfast while Mr. G and C were still sleeping.
Mr. G came out for breakfast while I was loading the dishwasher and this is what he said:
“I am glad to see the two of you are in better moods this morning. One of you in a mood is crazy but when BOTH of you are in a mood—–well, let’s just say it is a special kind of treasure.”
What do you think he meant by that?