This isn’t going to be your typical post about a 2 or 3-year old throwing a fit. Instead, this is about a perpetually 39 year old throwing a fit. That’s right, I threw a fit this morning. It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t acceptable and there is no taking it back. It does give me the opportunity to show to my kids that I am human, I get overwhelmed and make mistakes. And it gives me an opportunity to model humility and how to sincerely apologize.
So what could have been so bad at 7:25 am this morning that caused me to throw a fit? My keys – I lost my keys again! I hear you asking – who’s problem is that yours or the kids? And you are right. It is entirely mine. Let me set the scenario for you….
I came home from the kids school yesterday late because I had spent an hour with the counselor and my daughter because my sweet girl is being bullied and really struggling. I entered the house so we know I had my keys then. I then proceeded to work a full day and when it was time to get the kids, couldn’t find my keys. They were no where to be found. I ultimately grabbed my husband’s spare key to my van, set the alarm and headed out the door. (I couldn’t lock the door because I didn’t have my keys but I faked it in case anyone was looking and set the alarm).
Sure that they would turn up under a stack on my desk, the clutter on the island etc, we came home and entered our normal homework, play out front, snack, karate etc routine. When it came time for me to leave for karate – no keys. Fortunately Dave was home so I took the boys and his spare key. Looked everywhere last night, no keys. Misplacing my keys is so common for me that a friend of mine two years ago for Christmas bought me an electronic key finder.
Fast forward to this morning and it is time to leave, I have fed three kids, signed their paperwork, gotten them dressed, had them take their medicine etc etc. but I still can’t find my keys.
And this is when it happened.
I threw a fit.
I started frantically going through everything to find the keys and in doing so, lost it with the kids. “I can’t find anything because ya’lls stuff is everywhere” and instead of calmly moving things around, I swept the books, transformers, toy cars, bakugans, whistles, Cub Scout caps etc, all onto the floor. Mind you, I wasn’t yelling, screaming, kicking or jumping up and down. I didn’t hurl the stuff across the room, just swept it onto the floor. But for me, this was a temper tantrum. All three of my kids knew I was unhappy.
As they went about picking their things up and putting them away, quietly and without protest, I started tearing apart my desk. In my desk cabinet, in the box of all my miscellaneous camera supplies, I found them. Ashamed at myself, I told the kids I found them and to jump in the car. I explained to them that yesterday while a client was “going on and on” I decided to clean off my desk and misplaced them. I dropped them off at school and came home and realized, I threw a fit and I didn’t apologize.
So this afternoon, after I pick them up from school and get them settled, I will sit down with them over the usual snack and apologize. I will tell them that I was wrong, that I was upset with myself and took it out on them, I will tell them that while I would like them to clean up a little more, I love their stuff and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I probably won’t be able to do it without tears, but that’s okay. It’s okay for them to see that I am human, that I make mistakes and how I handle it. Hopefully at the day’s end, we will all learn something from my mistake.
I would love any and all words of wisdom and ways that other Mom’s have handled this situation. Got a story to share? Leave a comment, I’d love to hear it.







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