Last night I allowed Maria to have her friend, Janira over for dinner. I don’t know why I do this on a weeknight after a full day of work and the knowledge that Ri has homework to complete. But I do. While fixing spaghetti for the kids, I chowed down on six peanut butter cookies and what probably amounted to a pound of fudge. I was so hungry I didn’t feel like waiting for real food. Mistake.
I had a sugar headache within a half hour that only worsened with the kids’ screams throughout the house. I did a superb job of hiding my irritation – I even allowed the girls to do my make-up – but when we got back from dropping Janira off I hit my limit. Maria sat next to me writing on the tablecloth rather than doing her homework.
“Ri, don’t be stupid. Stop that!”
“You just called me stupid, mom. That’s just great. You think I’m stupid.”
“That’s not what I said. I said your actions were stupid. You know better than to write on the tablecloth.”
“No, mom. I heard you. I’m stupid.”
“Ri, you are not stupid and I’m not playing this game tonight. Do your homework.”
“Ugh,” she nodded back at me. She noticed my “I’m not happy” look and diverted her eyes from me to her homework.
Within two minutes, she climbed off her chair and wrapped her arms around me.
“I’m sorry for being mean, mom.”
I bear hugged her back and kissed her cheek. I told her I’m just tired and that I’m sorry for using the word “stupid” (we don’t like that word in the house). I continued to write out a check to Kids Club.
Ri scooted back onto her chair and then shot up and started singing “Tis the Season to be Jolly!” I looked at her and couldn’t help but smile.
“That’s the mom I know and love with a big smile on her face! Keep it on there lady!”
Yep, that’s my girl. Always wanting peace and happiness throughout the house just like her mama. I could take a snapshot of me engaging in the same antics a week ago when Ri or Mario was upset. She is my mirror image at times.