It is fair to say that there are times when I am not the nicest person in the world. Early mornings and late evenings are never a time for calm, rational conversations in our house. On odd occasions I am calm and approachable, but normally I am tired and irritable and best avoided.
So it came as a huge relief this morning to read the lovely NotSupermum’s post The Bad Mother Club and discover I am not alone in sometimes finding this whole parenting business a tad exhausting.
Recently one seven-year-old little girl has given me a glimpse of the teenage years ahead. At times it has tested my patience. It’s not just her sudden interest in make-up (she was putting eye shadow on her fingers yesterday, for some reason), or wanting her hair a certain way, it’s the development of what some would call ‘an attitude.’
It’s hasn’t been the easiest week for IJ, so I'm cutting her a little slack and trying to remain calm when she flies off the handle for no obvious reason. It has taken a lot of time and energy to reassure her that the things she is learning in history happened a long time ago – she has been worried about meeting Henry VIII because he chops people’s heads off, she tells me.
So yesterday after a week of late nights, exhaustion and general grumpiness had set in on both sides. A late night conversation with IJ about having her fringe cut ended in another argument and a lot of stomping around.
The perfect way to settle an argument, wouldn't you say?