So I wake up this morning with the worst headache.  I hadn’t had an inkling of one coming on yesterday, but BAM, here it was.  And it was bad.  So bad that my kids paid the price for it with my complete lack of patience this morning.  So bad that I ended up coming home at noon, taking a ton of the good drugs (you know, the ones you have to get straight from the pharmacist, and not from the aisle) and slept the entire afternoon.  Ick. 

Thankfully my wonderful husband picked up the kids from the babysitters for me.  But, the report when he got home wasn’t good.  Ben wouldn’t go potty today for Danielle.  I don’t know if he just refused of if he just went in his pants all day, but either isn’t good.  Just when I thought things were going well with the training, here we go again.  He’s also started saying things like, “I don’t know how to do that!” or “I don’t want to do that!” whenever we ask him to do something.  Where in the world is this coming from?

I can’t help but wonder if my bad morning had a direct affect on Ben’s day.  I mean, things were going so well, and then we just have a huge setback day.  And seriously, with all the trouble we’ve had training him, and when he starts acting so naughty I just feel like such a failure.  I worry that my kids are going to turn out to be those kids that no one wants to be around.   I fear that I’m turning into one of those moms who laughs off all her kids’ bad behavior.  And then before you know it, there’s a British woman named Jo showing up at my door. 

I know that I’m just having a bad day, but jeez…can a mom catch a break already?  I feel like we try so hard with the kids, and sometimes I just don’t know what else we can do. 

Does every parent go through this?