When I say “Mom” in Mom’s meltdown, I am – unfortunately – talking about myself. I am an old Momma and I’ve had plenty of life experiences, so crying is not something that happens often. I cry at funerals. I cry at some weddings. And I cry when I get really really mad. I was so angry at my daughters last night that they made me cry. (Yes I am embarrassed to admit this!)
My problem stems from working about 50-60 hours every week, which by some standards isn’t brutal. However, I’ve been doing this for a year now and then spend weekends on-call where I often go back in due to some emergency (house fires, police arrests, etc.). Add to that my massive cooking over the weekend, Christmas shopping (for the kids), and a touch of housecleaning. Meanwhile the kids stay up all night – waking me periodically with squeals and yells, running, and laughter. I wake up tired, go to work, and come home to find the house a mess and children who just woke up.
I asked all weekend for their help cleaning the house and got no help. So at 10:00 o’clock Sunday night, my bedtime because I’m old (hahaha), I finally lost it.
I won’t go into any details further than there was snot and snotty tears, topped with a heavy dose of guilt tossed their way.
When I got home today, my house was clean.
Sometimes a good old fashioned Momma Meltdown can be a good thing!
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