It was “one of those days” ---again. Maybe because it’s Monday. Maybe because we worked hard this weekend and we’re tired. Maybe it’s because I’m still not feeling well. Maybe it’s because of all those things.
It seems to always begin with math. Ugh! Actually, I really enjoy math…but my boys don’t exactly share the same excitement. Possibly, it’s a mix-up in communicating the method, the principle, the concept. Or, it’s tired boys with raging teen hormones. It’s being 13 and 15 with all the boy stuff that accompanies that. Or, it’s because I’m the mom…and the teacher.
Here’s the deal. I know I’m not supposed to take their reaction and less than eager responses personal….I just do. Again. And as good moms are supposed to do, I have another attitude discussion with my boys. Number 5384, or something like that. Again.
So, ….tomorrow will be a new day. Tuesday. Another day of math---yes. But, I’ll try to remember that I’m not 15…..or 13. I’m the mom. I shouldn’t take things so personally….again.
Some days are just hard.