Doug was running late today and
had not left for work yet, but was out in the back yard getting his bike ready
to go. Lukie and I were doing our
morning battle which included him not listening and me attempting to get us all
to the bus stop before the bus (which I have to explain to them every day is
optimal). I was finding him particularly
frustrating because as I went to put on his socks (because he would not listen
to me and do them himself), something in his little brain decided it would be a
good idea to kick me. It was not. I unleashed my meanest (and very loud) crazy
mommy voice. Within seconds the back
door flew open. Doug ran in like he had
seen a ghost. He immediately saw me on
the floor with Lukie and asked if I was OK, offered to take Samson to the bus
stop, told Lukie to listen to mommy. I
think my crazy mommy voice scared him way worse than it scared Lukie or Samson! Perhaps I should just yell at Doug more?
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