There is plenty of talk about how to be a good mummy. How to treat your kids. The positive reinforcements we need to instil.
Here is my bad tempered short fused version on my mummying style.
Our house use to be like one bolt of electricity that had zapped the roof and was then sparking and fizzing around. Sparks in all direction. Lack of sleep. Low tolerance levels all leading to a very volitle house.
From the moment I woke it was like I would be nagging the kids. The kids would be fighting. Things would not be getting done. My voice would raise. Until most mornings ended in me yelling at the top of my voice at the end of my patience to just eat their breakfast. Get their clothes on….
Eeeeeekkkkk!!!!! Not a nice place to live.
I have noticed this lately… As since starting my anxiety medication levels have dropped in all areas and this is one.
I am now seeing just how much I yelled at the kids and how awful this makes me feel. Once I would start their levels would also raise… And so the sparks would fly.
I didnt realise the direct impact I had created for our kids. At the moment levels have dropped and more things are being done. I am not sweating the small stuff. I am not being so effected by their fights and carry ons.
Our house was like living at Bootcamp with the lady in charge being one strict grumpy arse who spent her entire day screaching out orders. She wasnt rude but direct. She wasnt happy but followed a schedule. She had little time to play or see the latest train track created because she was busy. I am sure the neighbours on many times have heard her shrill screams at the kids over the fence…
Sometimes you cant see what you are doing till you can step away from it a little.
Now the lady incharge is a bit like a subsitute teacher. She tolerates noise. She asks calmly. She doesnt yell much at all but when she raises her voice the kids listen. Lets hope this nice lady stays..