I got the slap down
It's just past 9pm on Monday night, and I am just about ready to share my maniac Monday morning story with you. Please tell me that my household is not the only crazy household at the 7 o'clock hour on a Monday morning. Lunches, hair, socks, breakfast, milk, shoes - it's all a mess. A big huge complete mess. Some mornings, I feel terribly. I raise my voice and I yell. I know I shouldn't. But, I can't really help it. I don't think.
This Monday morning was not unlike all the other crazy Monday mornings before them. Missing socks, slow-moving sleepy children, tangled hair, and weather-inappropriate clothing. I just about had it. My youngest [almost 4-year old] girl looked at me, opened her big eyes as wide as they could go, and screamed. Just flat out screamed. I mimicked the face she made me, and I screamed back at her. I know. It was big of me. Then, she slapped me. On the face.
Grrrr..... it took a lot of all my maternal love and instincts to hold my hands back from slapping her back. Really. It did. I wanted to cry, but not really. I wasn't sad; I was mad. "Pissed" is a better way to phrase it.
After she went to school with her daddy, my morning felt sour, tainted by our morning's fiasco. When my little girl came home after school, she ran to me immediately and apologized, "I'm sorry for hitting you this morning." I hugged her so tight, and I apologized too, "I'm sorry for screaming at you and making you angry." We spent part of our dinner conversation talking about "appropriate use of body and language", a discussion that was prompted and led by our little girl.
Have you had altercations like this in your household? What are ways to deal with it, in the immediate term but also in the longer term? And, most importantly, are Monday mornings just as crazy in your household?