A Bad Day Does Not Equal a Bad Mom

Some days, my kids are the worst. This does not mean I’m a bad mom.

Now hear me out. I know some of you are sitting there in shock that I would say my kids are the worst. Obviously I don’t really think my kids are the worst. I don’t view them as tiny little sticky-fingered monsters or dislike them in any way. They are blessings and every day, even the bad ones, I am grateful for them. It’s just, that on some days, they seem impossible to parent.

For instance, I see myself as a fairly pleasant person to be around.  My friends and acquaintances seem to like spending time with me and generally my husband does too. But not all the time. I promise that there are moments where my husband wishes he was anywhere but where I am. And it’s not because he doesn’t love me or appreciate and like me. In fact, he loves me more than anyone. It has everything to do with spending a lot of time around a person and the fact that, sometimes I can be a brat. That’s right. You heard it here first. I am an imperfect human being and this results in bad behavior sometimes. What can I say? I have human flaws, the same as you. And sometimes my “flesh” shows.

So here’s the problem we face as moms. Take today for instance. My kids were not well-behaved. Listen, I think I have fair expectations of them. I have high expectations, but I don’t expect them to be perfect. They’re going to lie and disobey and throw tantrums sometimes. They’re little kids. That’s part of growing up and part of my parenting journey.

But then a barely-make-it-through-the-day day happens, like today, where they’ve leveled up and are taking their “how much crapola can Mom take?” to a whole new zone. A twilight zone of sorts. And it doesn’t matter what you say, threaten or take away. They just do what they want to do. I can beg and plead. I can holler. I can spank and give time outs. Today, I even made them clean the toilets. But nothing was about to hinder their peak performance of their hit show “Don’t Listen to a Word Mom Says”. You can’t even put into emojis the amount of side eye I’m giving right now.

The worst part about having a day like today is, that at the end of the day, I feel like a failure. The mom guilt sets in and I can’t imagine what I’ve done to permanently scar my children and turn them into complete turd-nuggets. Where did I go wrong?!?!? (dramatic cryyyyy). I’m raising entitled monsters who won’t appreciate anything in life and I’ve doomed my children’s futures…maybe even the whole WORLD !?!?!?! Haha. Are you rolling your eyes yet? I know. It seems so dramatic. And yet, we as moms let ourselves get worked up like this.

I had an epiphany today as I was sitting there feeling sorry for myself and my less than stellar “momming” skills. Sometimes a bad day is just that: a bad day. A bad day is not always indicative of a bad mom at the helm of her home. Actually, I am a good mom. A great mom. A SUPER-MOM! (where’s a cape when you need one?). I think it’s easy for us to get caught up in a bad day and think that we are failing and are inadequate as moms. It’s just not true ladies. Some days, you can do everything right (not saying I did, because I had my fair share of fleshy moments today) and your kids may still have a rough day. It happens to the best of us. And the best thing we can do is just brush off our shoulders, have a good cry, eat a chocolate bar or two and get some rest so we can start a fresh, new day in the morning.

And that’s what I’m off to do now…