Boy, does the saying "If Mama ain't happy, ain't no one happy" sure make sense. Yesterday Ingrid woke up crying. At everything. I was super tired because she had gotten up a few times in the night, Brendan was tired because he was up watching TV late, so neither of us wanted to get up to deal with her. We tried to entice her to come into bed and snuggle with us, but that kid is so particular. She loves to snuggle in bed...with me. If Brendan is near, she yells at him to get up, go take a shower, Daddy! Since Brendan was not moving she threw a fit. I followed suit and told her to get out of our room. The morning just went downhill from there.
The whole day was LONG and sucky. Lots of yelling, lots of tears and whining, nothing productive got done. Brendan decided that it was a good idea to look at cars, although it was pouring down rain. We went (why??) and Ingrid just wanted to splash in puddles. When neither of us wanted to do the same she, you guessed it, threw a fit. We went back home, she fell asleep for two seconds in the car but wouldn't sleep at home. It was one of those rainy days that if you don't have kids is really nice and relaxing. You can just curl up with a good book or veg in front of the TV. But with kids it sucks. Ingrid wanted to color, no play, no read books, no watch TV. Her attention span was super short, her fuse was super short, we didn't really feel like playing with her anyway, so it just was not a good afternoon.
Fast forward to today! Today I woke up to the same exact situation--Ingrid coming in our room and crying because Brendan was still in bed. But today I felt rested and not sick, I was ready to get up and take her downstairs right away. She has been happy and playing by herself all morning, ate some breakfast, sang some songs. Ingrid has just been pleasant, a complete change from yesterday. And why? Because Mama is happy this morning.
It really sucks sometimes that that's the case. Sometimes I'm just not in a good mood. Especially being pregnant and tired and sick, I do not want to have the happiness of the household hanging on my shoulders. Mamas need to be bitchy sometimes, too, you know? I try my hardest to be patient and kind, but sometimes I just want to scream to Brendan to get his ass out of bed and deal with his daughter so his pregnant wife can get some rest. Sometimes I just want to scream at Ingrid to quit her damn whining. Sometimes I just don't feel like being the bigger person, but I know it's up to me to keep the mood light and happy. Today that is easy, yesterday was not.
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