My sister came up with this phrase and I thought it appropriate for this day. Yesterday my wonderful hubby gave me some money to go shopping for some skirts and such since my clothing collection has dwindled. I lost a dress size and got rid of all my “fat clothes”. Thinking I was going to loose a lot more weight I only bought a few “skinny clothes”. Well to my dismay I have gained the weight back and have no clothes but that is not the point of my post.
As I said before I my wonderful hubby gave me some money to buy clothes. So this morning I took the boys on an outing to the mall fully intending to look at things that interest them as well. After loosing one son, being so badly talked back to by another, almost breaking of a mirror, and a bunch of other incidences too little to mention but piled on top made our excursion the worst ever.
I must admit I wasn’t the best behaved mummy either, but they made it out of the mall without bruising. I bought a drink for my self and drank it in front of them, telling them little boys who behave that way don’t get treats. This was followed my fit pitching at the bus stop. In haste I told them that if they didn’t stop this horrible behavior they would be confined to their beds until their father got home. The line was drawn and they tried to cross it.
So now here I sit posting, venting if you will, and eating some lemon squares. Not only do I feel like I over did it (they were confined to their rooms for 3 hours), but also I am engaging in a behavior that got me to this place in the first place. What a vicious cycle.