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I've been through that guilt.

I once threatened to a throw foster daughter in a snow bank naked when she was still in the shower 5 minutes after school started. I had worked a 12 hour night shift and wanted to go to bed...

Not to sound nutty here but has anyone tried checklists with stars? It works on some kids. MetisRebel39216.732025463 [QUOTE=masd]

I hate when I do that.  I find that I try so hard to be conscious about carefully reminding DD ahead of time that she's about to have to do something, then I go into her room and remind again, gently, "You need to put your uniform on," then I do it one more time nicely, then I get really frustrated.  Some mornings I can hold it together, but other mornings are just so hard! 

I had one of those mornings on Friday, where I yelled at DD after I asked her to get dressed, helped her to put her clothes on, reminded her twice (nicely) to put her socks on, then I had to deal with her crying and saying she didn't know how to put socks on, and it all went downhill from there.  She hit her brother, wouldn't eat breakfast, refused to carry her backpack, and so on.  I said, "Why do you have to do this every morning?"  My son said, "Mommy, I am happy."  I said, "Yes, at least you are happy."

DD's response:  "I was happy too, until you came along."


Uh, I think you need to explain some "facts of life" there....

Ugh.  Sorry to hijack, just wanted you to know you are not alone in the yelling or the guilty aftermath! 

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I am feeling so bad, I just hate it when mornings don't go well.

M got up kind of late this morning, but was pretty happy.  Got him dressed, then out to kitchen to eat breakfast.  We were running kind of late because no one (me included!!) wanted to get moving.  I continued getting ready, and came out to find that in 15 minutes, M had only eaten like 1/2 of his breakfast.  I had to get on him several times to get moving and finish up.  Then I went and got their shoes, only to find that M's were totally caked with mud on the bottom.  So, I told him to go out to the garage to put them on...I got on his brothers, and went to the entry way to find M trying to put the shoes on in the house.  He was squishing his foot back and forth trying to get it in there with the shoes still tied, leaving a huge mud stain on the rug.  I yelled at him and told him that I had asked him to put them on in the garage.  He went out to the garage, and then when I came out he kicked the shoe accross the garage...and then I yelled again.  We got his shoes on and took off for daycare, and he seemed to get over it and was fine when we got there, but it sticks with me.  He was almost in tears as I put his shoes on, and now I know this will bother me all day.

Sigh...gotta love Mondays.

 

Sounds like most mornings in my house.  Alway screaming and then feeling guilty.  Its just amazing that simply getting dressed can take over 1/2 hour.  Its hard to keep it together when you also need to get yourself ready and out of the house and to work on time.  And its not like they learn from the experience.  Everyday the same struggles and issues. 

 

 

When you pick him up this evening, tell him that you are sorry for yelling, but that it is frustrating for you when he doesn't listen to you, and even moreso when his not listening creates more work for you like the stain in the carpet.

Mondays are bad for everyone...don't beat yourself up too much about it.

I hate when I do that.  I find that I try so hard to be conscious about carefully reminding DD ahead of time that she's about to have to do something, then I go into her room and remind again, gently, "You need to put your uniform on," then I do it one more time nicely, then I get really frustrated.  Some mornings I can hold it together, but other mornings are just so hard! 

I had one of those mornings on Friday, where I yelled at DD after I asked her to get dressed, helped her to put her clothes on, reminded her twice (nicely) to put her socks on, then I had to deal with her crying and saying she didn't know how to put socks on, and it all went downhill from there.  She hit her brother, wouldn't eat breakfast, refused to carry her backpack, and so on.  I said, "Why do you have to do this every morning?"  My son said, "Mommy, I am happy."  I said, "Yes, at least you are happy."

DD's response:  "I was happy too, until you came along." 

Ugh.  Sorry to hijack, just wanted you to know you are not alone in the yelling or the guilty aftermath! 

we all do it . Can't beat ourselves up over it.