Yeah… that pretty much sums up my entire weekend. I was in a mood. And no one was safe from my big, bad case of the grumps. The kids were… to say the least… not listening well. I’d had enough of repeating myself. And the kids knew it.
Around the time I put my toddler in time-out, they finally caught on that I was not pleased with their lack of listening skills, and they started trying to make up for their offenses.
My daughter came over to me and started rubbing my shoulders. She said, “Mama, don’t be stressed.” Then, my seven-year old son walked up with a butterfly he’d cut out of construction paper. He handed it to me saying, “Here’s something pretty for you to hold on to when you’re in a bad mood.” Yeah, apparently, I, occasionally, get in bad moods. When knew?
After a brief talking to with myself (and some Advil) I concluded I was being a total grump. What do you do when you get a case of the grumps?