In an effort to catalog and complie all of the events in which I am dubbed "The Meanest Mommy Ever," I'll be sharing these stories on the blog. Feel free to chime in and let me know if you are Team Mommy or Team Kids.
Bed time battles are never fun.
I left the girls in their room at roughly 8:30, with all the usual instructions about no talking, fighting, etc etc blah blah blah. By 9:15 I had already endured 2 visits from the girls (1 each) and M's visit included crocodile tears about how K hurt her. (I'll never understand how they manage to get hurt all the time when they each swear they were just laying in their own bed quietly trying to sleep).
After sending M upstairs with an ice pack, a hug, and promises to check on her 27 times (no more, no less) K was back. She didn't like it when I immediately told her to turn around and I pointed to the stairs. She grabbed my hand and turned on the water works, while jumping up and down - probably for some sort of emphasis.
Then the worst happened: she spilled my drink (my favorite drink!) all over the carpet, the side of the couch, and herself. I lost it. I had nothing to say but a loud Momma Bear style "GO!"
She went upstairs in full tantrum mode and that's when I got it...."YOU'RE THE MEANSEST MOMMY EVER!"
I might be the meanest but at least I got to finish watching my show in peace, even if I didn't refill my drink.
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