Today my household fell victim to a temper tantrum. It was awful. There was screaming, crying, name calling. The worst part is that the temper tantrum was thrown by me. I just lost it and I didn’t care if the whole world knew.
It’s embarrassing, but true and I’ll own it. I’m tired and I pitched a fit because I wanted to sleep for a few more blessed minutes and when I didn’t get my way I figured “misery loves company.”
Certainly, I’m not proud of how I behaved, but I now understand why children need sleep in order to thrive. Mamis need it too, but somehow when sleep deprived we are expected to act like adults and maintain.
I think I’ll take my “time out” under the covers.
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