Bad Mommy Days

I can feel it in my bones.

It’s going to be a bad mommy day.

You know, one of those days where the crying and the whining and the temper tantrums get under your skin and make you cranky and irritable… It’s going to be one of those days. My daughter has been impossible to deal with for the entire two hours she’s been up. Whenever she sees her daddy, she’s all smiles and rainbows and cute little puppies. For me, however, it’s tears, deafening screams, and things thrown at my person. I don’t get it. She’s around him 24/7 (he’s a stay at home dad) and yet when I get home, she acts like I’m intruding.

Though… from her point of view, I suppose I AM intruding.

*sigh*

I guess that’s my cue to reconsider working so much and spending so little time with the reason I work so much. I love her. I love her so much and I want to be one of those super mommies who work 80 hours a week, have a spotless house, perfect childre, an amazing marriage, and a wonderful relationship with her kids.

If I stop and think about it though, that super mommy probably isn’t so super. I mean, there are only so many hours in a day. How can she possibly work that much and do so much stuff and still be there when her kids need someone to talk to?

This just may be jealousy speaking, but I’m pretty sure it’s not possible to do so much in so little time and not have something suffer.

I guess I’ll keep my bad mommy days as long as I still have time to spend playing with my daughter.