Shaking off my Parent Fail

So, remember how I said the other day how I feel better when I write and get stuff out?

Well, here I am, with my phone and my Bluetooth keyboard, taking my lunch break in the Starbucks next door to my work, because I hope that writing about my failings will make me feel like less of a schmuck.

Here, let me share the text I sent to my hubby this morning:

Parent fail this morning

Like my coworker (Hi, N!) said when I relayed this story to her this morning: Moms are human, too. It’s just that… I mean, yeah, it’s annoying when I have to tell my first grader to do something three times before he even acknowledges that I’ve spoken to him, but does it really merit raising my voice to him? Is that who I want him to think I am? He already hides under his sheets because he’s “scared” when I yell at him at bedtime for not listening.

Talk about feeling like a turd.  Continue reading