Out of the running...

for "Momma of the Year". Today was officially Micah and I's worst mother-son morning. He woke up in a great mood and we played before breakfast. But then I didn't give him his signature oatmeal for breakfast and after that things went downhill fast. Real fast. He started pitching a fit and climbing out of his seat. Time seemed to be stopped while he threw himself on the floor at any suggestion I made. He refused to wear a hat or a jacket even though it is freezing outside and he has a runny nose. Somehow I found myself fighting with him...spanking him...raising my voice and stomping my feet. I wont list anything else about our time because I am too embarrassed to tell you about MY childish behavior. Let's just say it involved me hiding out in the garage, praying for God to grant me additional patience. Once I got him in the car kicking a screaming (with no warmth from external layers) he was fine. We pulled up to the bank and I was almost in tears. I felt like the teller could tell what had just transpired and was shaming me. I apologized to Micah and he said it was ok. But I failed miserably at being a good momma today and I needed to confess. I feel better now. It has been 18 mths and I have never gotten so frustrated. I pray its at least another year and a half before we do that again. I can't handle it. Don't worry I am ok now but I just wanted everyone else out there to feel better about their status as "Momma of the Year". You are one step closer now!