So last night was supposed to be a peaceful evening in our home where everything feels calm, the kids listen, mom feels happy yada yada yada – and then this massive-sized explosion blindsided me when I least expected it. And by explosion, I mean “mommy meltdown.”
My children, conveniently at bedtime, decided it would be fun to get jiggy with Justin Bieber. Fully expecting for their pajamas to be on and teeth to be brushed, I was ambushed with overly-hyper, wigged out Bieber fans jumping and dancing on tops of their beds, reminding me a little bit of a New Kids on the Block concert. Not that I went to one or even three for that matter, ahem.
Apparently “go to bed” can easily be misunderstood.
Look, It’s not like JB is *that* adorable, or that I actually sing “Baby” in the shower and watch You Tube of Eeenie Meenie. No because that would be weird and wrong in a mom sort of way. So because I definitely do not do any of these things, I had to put my foot down. And because the Biebster was not what I had in mind before bedtime prayers….I freaked.
No I mean FREAKED! I had a meltdown, yanked the cord out of the wall, tore through the house like a savage beast and I am pretty sure I may have become a tenor for a split second or just possessed which either way scared the snot out of my kids. I’ve never actually seen them move as fast as they did, except for this one time at their school carnival where they could win a piece of candy. I think tasmanian devil mom has it’s advantages though, at least at bedtime.
So with my kids scared sh#tless and actually lying down in bed. My hubs tried to console me as I dealt with the after math of my guilt-ridden emotional crisis. Why is that we, as parents feel “guilty” with the whole “discipline” issue? It’s times like these that I really take into consideration that I might benefit from either
A. therapy
B. alcohol
C. a ticket to Tahiti
I know it’s totally obvious what a mom-crisis like this deserves but airfare is really expensive to Tahiti.
So I guess this just means I have to get over the fact that discipline sucks and is actually necessary in creating responsible, ethical, moral, cooperative and likable adult children. Yeah, and my husband informed me that apparently we don’t live in The Cleaver Family era where it’s okay for me to gaff off punishment responsibilities by using the “Wait till your dad gets home card.” Darn. That’s so much more fun.
Since Smiling Green Dad was not at all smiling with my lack of follow-through on this whole thing…I guess that means I have to suck-it-up and be a the meany mommy who deserves a little respect d#mnit!! *she says with a quivering voice and sad sniffle*
Maybe I should just find out what kind of candy the school gave away.
P.S. any moral support you might have on this issue would be appreciated.
P.S.S. If you happen to have any tricks up your own mommy sleeve on getting kids to listen and respect – advice is not only welcome but NEEDED!
P.S.S.S. I did find a great therapist called Dr. Corona and his lovely assitant “Lime” *wink*
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http://www.charlotteleonard.com/2009/11/sandrina-jay’s-white-oaks-wedding/
http://www.romancetravelconcierge.com/tahiti-destination-weddings/
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Go to bed has a completely different meaning at our house as well! My rampaged through the house in a freak out too many times– and, yes, I always feel guilty. One thing that has helped (when I remember and can calm down enough to do it) is to announce (loudly) that mommy is taking a time out. I shut myself in my room for ten minutes which freaks the kids out and really does help me calm down. The kids are shocked and do whatever they can to come out of my room – which means they stop whatever was causing the problem in the first place. If I could only remember to do this before my head starts spinning around ……..
LOL Michelle!! That is really funny
I could just see my kids trying plead with me to come out of time out HA! I love it and might just have to do this. Thanks for the advice and stopping in 
Who am I to give out parenting advice, right? But I babysat a LOT as a teen, and did some nanny-ing. I found that if I just stopped, sat down, and smiled like a lunatic, it weirded kids out enough to interrupt their misbehaving. I was too young for Dr. Corona and Miss Lime. Then.
LOL! Awesome advice!! Sitting there staring like a crazy coo-coo? Love this one too!!! I can definitely do *that* hehehe