I woke up late today. I was tired because we currently have a baby who likes to sleep in our bed. He doesn't sleep vertical, mind you. No. He sleeps horizontal. We have a king size bed, but our 8 month old takes the majority of the space. Dustin and I are left with the two outside slivers, just enough so you don't fall out of the bed. I'm not happy about it!
This morning was also a bad day for listening kids. In our home, they were absent. I had to ask my youngest girls several times to get ready, eat breakfast, get your teeth brushed and your shoes on. Several times! I finally told them I was leaving and walked out the door. Who was I taking to school then? They quickly ran out, still getting ready, but hurrying so I wouldn't leave them.
Is it any wonder why I finally lost it in the car? Who was the lucky child? Rebecca. Of all of my kids she has the most personality and is drama galore. I wasn't in the mood for it this morning. She keeps acting like a dinosaur and makes the most annoying roar. Every time I ask her to stop she responds she is trying to create an awkward moment (who doe a that?). I turned around and yelled, " Rebecca, I have had enough. Enough of that! Quit trying to be so loud. It's annoying! We all know that you're here!" She was quiet the rest of the way. So was I. I felt horrible. I just yelled at my sweet, funny, smart 8 year old! I love her! Why would I do that?
When we pulled into the parking lot, I turned around to apologize. All I got out was , "Becca, I love you." She broke out in tears. I felt awful. I spent the next few minutes trying to explain my behavior, but there was no use. There is no excuse for it. I gave her a hug and told her goodbye. I'm on my way to pick her up. I hope she'll forgive me. Knowing he,r she will. And, I will be better because of it!
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