i put myself in time-out this morning because i yelled at my kids. well, one kid. due to a combination of many sub-par factors, i happened to, in a weak moment, take my frustration out on one.
judge me.
i immediately felt terrible about it, never mind the fact that i'm running on about 1 shaky cylinder these days, and sent myself to my room. carson came to get me out about 10 minutes later and asked what i'd learned. (love the role-reversal.)
i learned that it was a glorious 10 minutes--all alone in my room where i could breathe (kind of...stupid sinuses) by myself and ignore the mayhem on the other side of the door. i'm considering employing this tactic regularly. minus the yelling, though.
5 comments:
We'll rescue you from one of those kids tomorrow!
I often wish someone would "MAKE" me go to bed early for misbehavior. Funny that at one time in our lives that was actually a punishment. PLEASE someone punish me!!!
I yelled at Liv & thought of you. My yelling involved the word "butt" too. I was pretty mad. You're not alone. Do you want me to sing you that song?
I sent myself to my room last night and left my husband to take care of the kids. Just couldn't take not being listened to anymore. So I stopped talking/yelling and went about my business. Not one of my finest moments, but the day needed to end! Thankfully it was 7 pm and not 8 am. :)
i love time-outs for myself. like you said, i'm alone and the kids know not to bother me. when i feel myself starting to boil over i excuse myself to my room. it works perfectly! :p
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