The other day, I was feeling pretty awesome about my life as a working mom.
Three years in, I finally have some semblance of a routine down. I’ve even almost figured out how to balance work, freelance gigs, and my family and still have room for a life.
So of course the universe has to throw a wrench in the works. This one in the form of a massive biting spree by my three-year-old. One that has her daycare sending her home in the middle of the day – for the other children’s safety.
Add in thrice daily meltdowns with a child so angry she’s literally vibrating, plus a few million complaints about how school is awful and how she wants her mommy to stay home, and you get one upset mommy.
A mommy who’s also getting used to a new job, in a new environment, with all the stressors that go along with it.
A mommy who’s back to her old stress eating ways (but that pumpkin cream cheese muffin sure tasted good).
I’m sure we’ll get through this. I’m sure this is a temporary setback.
But it doesn’t really feel like it right now.
Right now, I’m hoping I haven’t passed my emotional health issues on to my munchkin. And that I’m not completely messing her up by working.
Not that not working is a choice. Because it isn’t.
But, you know. My inner lioness isn’t really a rational being. She just wants to protect her baby, whatever the cost.
Screw you, universe.
As for you, my dear friends? If you have any anti-biting advice, I’m all ears (again).