Thank God For Endorphins

I woke up in a crappy mood. I started bitching at my husband before we even got out of bed. No. Really. I bitched at him the whole time he was getting ready for work and then bitched at him some more as he walked out the door.

Then I got on the treadmill. By the end of the 30 minutes I was singing and dancing and had made all these plans...it was great. Thank you LORD for endorphins. Amen.

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Update on the (bitched at) husband - he's doing great. It's only been a week and you can hardly tell anything happened. It's truly amazing. All but 2 or 3 of the stitches are out, and those will come out tomorrow. I still can't believe how lucky he was. Amazing.

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I think the reason I'm in such a foul mood is because of mother'sday. I hate it. Not just because my mom isn't around anymore, it's much more complicated and involves my MIL. I really don't have the energy to go into it right now, so you'll just have to take my word for it - it blows monkey balls. I dread it each and every year. I'll be so incredibly glad when Monday gets here.

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Last but not least, I now have officially won the title of WORST MOTHER. No, no, it's true. In my foulness today I completely WENT OFF on my 4 year old. She was being particularly naughty today and I snapped. I mean REALLY snapped. I started screaming at the top of my lungs at her and threatened a spanking. Actually, I told her I would beat her ass. How's that for white trash mama talk? I've never said anything like that to her before. I even had to EXPLAIN what I meant by spanking. She's never been spanked, so I explained (yelled at) to her that if she didn't listen, that's what she'd get. Stupid part is, I had no intention of spanking her. I just wanted her to THINK that that's what I was going to do. So, I broke the #1 parenting law - Following Through. If you tell them what the consequences are, you better be prepared to follow through or else you'll be seen as a chump from then on. In the end, it really didn't matter because my yelling scared her, hurt her feelings and probably imprinted a horrible memory into her beautiful little brain. Later I told her I was sorry for yelling, but you can't really take it back can you? That memory will be there. Those hurt feelings will remain. I am a chump.

Happy MothersDay. Yipee.