Another Mommy Fail

I could't figure it out.  My kids were driving me nuts!  I mean, more so then usual.  I started wondering if maybe it wasn't them at all.  Maybe it was me?  Was I getting enough sleep?  No, but that's not abnormal.  Was I not eating enough.  lol, me?  Miss a meal?  No, that's not it.  Am I PMS? Damn it!  No!  (PS: No one can ask this of you except yourself with out that person getting vulgar word vomit all over them.)

So what the heck?!

When I say they were driving me nuts, it's an understatement.  I literally lost my mind on my son in the car on Monday because he had been screaming for over 20 minutes.  It wasn't even the screaming that bothered me, it was the fact that he was screaming because he wanted to go to the park and when I told him that's where we were going he started blubbering about some other park that doesn't exist anywhere else but in his mind.

I am a great failure as a mom.

I'm sorry.  I can't make mind parks possible.

Not to mention that they wake up screaming at each other and fighting over everything from toys to TV shows.

Remember when we were kids and your show came on?  If you weren't home to see it or the president was on, that was it!  You missed it!  There was no DVR or Netflix or even something as ancient as recording a show on a tape.  And what did you do?  You sucked it up till next week and prayed that you'd be able to piece together what you missed from the next show.  (But it was probably something like Duck-Tales so it's a pretty good chance you were safe.)

We didn't have TV shows on literal demand!
"Mommy!!!  I want to watch my show!!!"

And yet we are fighting about this.  Why?  We are fighting about who's looking at who and who's touching who and I wanna play with that toy,  NOW!  Even though it's been 3 weeks since I even notice that toy but now that my sister has it, it is the most important thing in my life!!  I CAN'T BREATH WITHOUT IT!!!

And then it dawned on me.  Like the whispers of baby angles slowly and quietly putting two and two together in my mind.  Causing an epiphany that should have been anything but.

First, I got a quick memory of one of my awesome girlfriends saying that she completely cut out sugar out of her sons diet and now he's almost like a normal human being.  'Impossible'  I mutter.

Second, I thought of how my kids get after they had Valentines day candy, pictured completely with empty wrappers strewn all over my living room rug.  'Maybe not...'

And third, as if a lightning bolt jolted me awake.  All the pieces came together as I was handing out Quaker chocolate dipped chewy granola bars to my kids for breakfast.

but really?  What was I thinking?

It was like it was happening in slow motion.  The kids happy faces reaching up with outstretched hands as I unwrapped a chocolate covered, and I quote from the box, "breakfast" bar.  Tearing the paper from the sugar inducing coma that my children will then awake from 3 minutes later as nothing more then the werewolves they are barely containing that they are.

NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

I snatch the "wholesome" breakfast from within their reach and switch to eggs.

With a few quick whines and a bit of complaining they managed to ingest their eggs with little more then a hum.  And lo' and behold my children are back.  Who knew that a seemingly innocent amount of chocolate could destroy all that my kids are?  Moral of the story:  Don't give chocolate to your kids for breakfast.

Don't get me wrong, they are still driving me insane but it is the type of insane I am used to.

Antenella