We’ve had a ton of snow here the past month. Normally, I love snow days. I’d bake, clean, read, nap, and relax. With The Kid, it’s not that easy. We play, eat, try to nap (seriously, my kid hates to sleep), and I try to hold on to my sanity until The Husband comes home.
I never thought I’d be the kind of mother who yells, but I am. I don’t mean to. I hate it as I do it. But there are moments when The Kid gets into something, or starts to head toward something dangerous (hot oven, basement door, etc) and I just hear myself start yelling. I stop myself, pick him up, and give him lots of smooches, but I still feel like a terrible mother. I know that a large part of it is because I’m cooped up and unable to do whatever I want (see list above). He’s 10 months old, and I’m still struggling with losing my independence. Is that horrible?
I know it will be better when it’s warmer out and I can take him to the park, etc. But right now, the days seem endless, and I hate being so frustrated.