The Reality Of Being A Mom

On weekdays, I have to make sure I wake up on time.

I have to wake everyone up on time.

I have to prepare everything on time.

This is me in reality!

"Children! Wake up now!", I said.

I rushed to the kitchen to prepare their water bottles, hb's vitamins & drink.

Came back 10 minutes later, all of them were still in bed.

"Children! Time is running out & wake up now", I said again in a louder tone.

They were not moving an inch of their butt.

"Children! I'm counting from 1 to 10 now..", I said.

Its been a constant battle for me to wake them up every morning because I had to make sure we could leave the house on time to beat the traffic.

That day, I lost my cool...

I shouted at my son for taking his own sweet time & he purposely woke his siblings up who had no school that day.

I slammed my hand against my palm in a fit of anger.

Suddenly, I stopped & looked at my thumb.

The result of my hot tempered nature.

The whole day, I was reflecting on my action.

Am I being too harsh on him?

Probably I was but I was glad the one who got hurt was myself.

That night, I had a talk with my son.

I was explaining to him the reason of my outburst.

He seemed to understand.

I felt better after talking to him & stroked his head until he dozed off...