Not my finest Mummy moment.
OK so I've been an exercise widow for while now, DH has a 24 hour team bike race on this weekend and he's been training like mad (I'll have him back soon, mostly). So I'm tired (as usual - I've had this bloody terrible insomnia lately too that I've also been meaning to write a post about). Anyway, DD whinging and throwing food everywhere, DS is starving and having a major blood-sugar-low melt down but is refusing to eat from the spoon I have chosen, he has to have the red spoon with the plane. So....
I'm over it, I yell, I swear and throw the spoon. I am so angry, I throw it with so much force. It hits the kitchen bench, ricochets off, hits the kitchen window and lands on the floor. I get the bloody red spoon with the plane and all is right with the universe again.
Then later that night when I'm cleaning the kitchen I discover a small but very noticeable dint in the laminate kitchen bench. Sheesh, why, why, why :wall: I guess I am lucky the window didn't smash as well. I feel so, so, so stupid. I wonder how I'm going to tell DH. The kitchen is only 18 months old and he will definitely notice. I think about blaming DS but I just can't, it's not right. So I confess with a "Please don't be angry, I already feel stupid and angry enough with myself as it is". He says "Geez, will you look at that, it must have been a weak spot in the laminate (not my super human angry-over-it Mummy strength). Look Darling, the kids will trash it anyway, can you get me a scotch." Then lots and lots of hugs and an "Are you OK now?"
Awwwww........