Irritable Mom Syndrome

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I was reading through some old blog posts that I had over at Unsolicited Advice where I used to blog haphazardly. I came across this gem and realized I’ve come a long way the last couple years. I thought I’d revise it a bit and repost it.

“Mom!”

“Momeeeeeeee!”

“Hey, Mom?”

That’s it! I’m changing my name to Bob. If my name were Bob, and not Mom, then I could ignore every demand addressed to Mom, right?

I have a headache and a sore throat. It seems all I’ve heard all day is whining and fighting. If we had a dog, I’d literally kick him out the door. It’s probably a good thing we don’t.

The school day is only half successful. I do my best to teach Cherith while Ethan complains and whines because I won’t give him a third glass of chocolate milk, or let him carry around the entire just opened box of cereal, or let him draw on the table with a marker, or drag more toys out of the closet to add to his already huge mess, or watch a “Mommy/Daddy movie”.

I do my best to teach Cherith and deal with Ethan while Faith was climbs all over me and all over the table. She pushes everything off the table, and closes Cherith’s books while she’s using them.

Daryn stands beside me and excitedly tells me all about the new contraption he just made. I loose my patience and tell him he’ll have to wait. The poor kid is visibly crushed, all excitement flushed away.

And that’s when the guilt kicks in. I give him a hug, tell him I’m sorry for snapping at him, and ask him to tell me about his contraption. He says he forgot what he was going to say. I kiss him and repeat how sorry I am.

I pull Faith off the table for the hundredth time and tell Ethan to turn off his whiner siren or he’ll end up in his room by himself.

I turn to Cherith and tell her to read the words in her book. At this point, she is just as frustrated as I am and cannot even think straight enough to remember how to read.

I sigh and tell her it’s recess time. We only accomplished five minutes of schoolwork in the past forty-five.

As she runs off to the living room, her siblings in tow, a heavy weight settles upon me. I am the most important person in their little lives right now. Today, more than anyone else in the world, they need to know in their deepest of deepest that their mother loves them. I’m pretty sure the last 45 minutes did nothing to confirm that.

The thing is… this wasn’t just a rare, bad day. Days like these happen more frequently than I’d like. There’s always something that makes me feel irritable with the very people I live for. I guess I have a case of Irritable Mom Syndrome.

This diagnosis was met with great regret and fear over two years ago. I was caught in a never ending cycle: Feel stressed. Bark at kids. Drink Dr. Pepper. Feel Stressed. Bark at kids. Drink more Dr. Pepper. Maybe if I could just throw a wrench into the cycle, it would trip it up enough to throw me out of it, but I didn’t know how.

Hindsight provided insight. Here’s five things I learned along the way to keep the wretched Irritable Disease at bay.

5 Tips for Irritable Mom Syndrome

1. Be realistic. You can just about bet your life savings on the fact that the day your house is completely clean, your children are happy and quiet, your table is set with a home cooked meal, and you feel giddy inside as your husband walks through the door all simultaneously is a rare day in history. These days just aren’t realistic. So bring your expectations down a notch or two. Let go.

2. Put priorities before the clock. Some days you will need to keep appointments. But in the day to day, don’t let the clock rule your heart. Children rarely need us when it’s convenient. Even when their needs pull you from your projects, do not treat your kids as annoying interruptions. They will begin to get the message: “Mommy’s work is more important than me.” If there are things that need to be accomplished without their interruption, it may be time to find a babysitter once a week, or to get up before they do, or schedule in an hour after their bedtime.

3. Embrace grace. I used to hate that word… grace. But now that I’m grasping its full meaning, it washes over me in every area of life. God’s grace does not just refrain from giving punishment when deserved; it gives us way more than we could ever deserve. It doesn’t just withhold; it gives. If God pours this kind of grace out on us, how can we withhold it from our children. Don’t just keep yourself from yelling at them. Give them way more adoration and love and time than you think they deserve. Pour the grace out onto them as if you have a never ending supply. Because you do.

4. Respect and Responsibility is not just for the kids. We parents tend to forget that as we teach our children the virtues of life, we need to ensure we are practicing them. Are you begging your child to be attentive to you… to stop ignoring you… to look at you when you give him instructions? Then ask yourself… Am I attentive to him? Do I look at him and listen intently as he explains every detail of his latest drawing? Are you begging your child not to interrupt your conversations? Then ask yourself…. Do I interrupt her when she’s speaking because I think my words are more important?

5. This too shall pass. I cannot believe how quickly the baby and toddler years passed. My youngest is now 3 1/2. How did that happen? Where did the time go? I’ve graduated from the sleepless nights and endless nursing sessions. And now… I miss them. Sometimes, I want to go back and start over. Hold them a little longer. Kiss their pudgy toes once more. But I can’t. Yesterday never comes back. Today is yours only today. Tomorrow comes sooner than you think.

Relax.

Embrace this moment.

Meet the needs of right now.

Don’t let this opportunity to pour out grace slip through your fingers.

Sleep. Rest. Laugh. Love. Take a deep breath. And drink a Dr. Pepper (if you really need to).

 

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