I had a complete Mom Fail a couple of weeks ago. We went to a surprise birthday party for my FIL at my SIL's house. She has cats. THREE of them. And I am allergic to cats. EXTREMELY allergic. So after being there for a couple of hours, I was SO ready to leave. I was starting to get a migraine from all of the sniffing and sneezing.
Some friends of ours were supposed to come meet us at the party. UofL was playing basketball for the Big East Tournament, so they knew they wanted to watch the game. They called us to see if we wanted to stay at my SIL's and watch it or if we wanted to meet them somewhere. But Ryan said, "they want to know if we want to meet them to watch the game." The way he said it made me think they'd already talked about it and that that was what he wanted to do. And since I'd had enough of the cats, I was MORE than ready to leave. So I told him we'd meet them. What he DIDN'T tell me, was that he wanted to stay THERE and watch the game.
He kept trying to hurry us out of there, but Andrew wanted to wait until they cut the cake so that he could have a piece. By the time we left, Ryan was ticked off because we were going to miss the start of the game, and I was ticked off because he kept snapping at me. So we get in the car and we just started arguing and yelling at each other. Mind you, we were BOTH wrong. But neither one of us wanted to admit it. So we just kept yelling at each other. Finally, Andrew starts crying in the backseat because he's never seen us yell at each other like that.
I felt like such a bad Mom. I think it's okay for kids to see you argue with each other, and then see you make up, but we really went too far. We both explained to him that everything was okay and that we were just upset and it had nothing to do with him. I also told him that just because Mommy and Daddy argue doesn't mean they don't love each other. I pointed out that he gets mad at me sometimes, and does he stop loving me? He said no. (Thankfully). So I told him it was the same thing. We still love each other, VERY MUCH, but we were just having a bad night.
But still, I wish it hadn't happened. And it SHOULDN'T have happened. If we'd both been honest in the first place, and/or admitted that we were both wrong, then it never WOULD have happened. But it did, and now there's nothing we can do about it, except act like grownups and try not to let it happen again.
Do you ever argue in front of your kids? Do you think it's a bad thing to do? What do you say to your kids when they see you arguing?
Pouring My Heart Out today thanks to Shell.