Bad Mommy

It was one of those days. Yesterday, I wrenched my back somehow, so I slept horribly last night, and woke up really early in pain and finally just got up, because sleep was useless. So I'm already starting off the day bad, because I don't feel good. Well, the first thing I find out is that the girls snuck candy into their beds. Big no-no. Then of course, they whine that they don't want waffles for breakfast. Tough. Mom doesn't feel good. I'm not making anything else. The first two plates I pull out of the cupboard are the not matching, one pink, one blue plates. Which color do you think they both want? And proceed to scream over while I am making breakfast. So I finally dig out some other plate-neutral colored, and scrape the waffle off the pink plate and let them know I will throw it away if we continue to fight over it. Then they didn't even finish. Grrrrrr. The girls did their chores and went downstairs to play. There is no school tomorrow, so today was early day. I forgot this fact, and so came down to hurry and gather kids up, and was in for such a pleasant surprise. The girls had gone in the storage room, and got into a bread mix, and mixed it with water and it was all over their play dishes and my floor. It was time for school, so we hurried off. Michaela then got to clean up the mess by herself. She did a pretty good job, and I helped a little. When it was time for her nap, she went into ultra-terror mode, and refused to sleep. She played for a while, and then started kicking her door, because she wanted out. I used many modes of trying to get her to mind me, and each one resulted in more naughty acts, including the ever-popular "I hate you mom", and the silent glare. This tantrum went on for at least an hour. Me in my pain-filled stated, was not patient at ALL!! It finally all ended with me and Michaela in tears and she finally laid down. By this time my energy for the day was zapped. I was lucky enough that all my children took a really long nap. When Michaela woke up, she was a completely different child. She came and found me on the couch, and knowing I wasn't feeling well, brought me my heating pad, plugged it in, and turned it on for me. I feel like a horrible, awful mommy because I had no patience with her, and she just wanted to help me feel better. I love her and my other sweet babies so much. I am glad I'm their mommy even when I am frustrated at them. It's a good thing that tomorrow is a new day...