Don't you just love the shiny fresh feel of a new year? A blank slate, ready to be (neatly) filled in with wonderful things. And then the fuck-ups begin.
Only 3 days into 2013, and I hit a low point this morning. It was one of our typical weekday starts: chaotic, disorganized, and long beyond comprehension. I mean seriously, we get up before the sun and can't seem to make it out of the house until 9. I need to describe our mornings in more detail, in hopes of getting some advice on changing them, but just thinking about it is raising my blood pressure right now, so I'll save that for another day.
Anyways, I snapped at the boys. And then when G finally emerged I completely blew up at him for taking so long. And then he lost his shit at me, obviously. There was lots of yelling and unhappiness all around. When we finally coaxed B to the door to leave he declared tearfully "I was not happy when you were yelling".
Great. Not only is my marriage on shaky ground but now my kid is scarred for life? All before I even make it to work in the morning? Ugh.
As usual, time give perspective and I realize G & I will be fine. B will be fine. We just need a better morning routine.