Even worse today - today I chucked DS2 across the room
OK, I exaggerate, I chucked him onto the settee but bad enough. He had screamed blue murder for half an hour because he threw Buzz Lightyear on the floor (see, he's picking it up from me) and broke his leg. DS1 was going on and on "oh why won't he be quiet, he's making my ears hurt.." and I just lost it.
Flamin' dh had disappeared upstairs while all this was going on - I was also trying to make dinner, got it on the table but DS2 was screaming too much to eat and when I shouted dh to come for his he ignored me. So I threw it in the bin.
When he did come down he was all chuffed cos he had managed to fix Buzz Lightyear's leg..was quite taken aback to find me sobbing uncontrollably, DS2 still yelling, DS1 patting my shoulder and saying "it's OK Mummy" and his dinner in the bin.
He thought he was doing the right thing fixing the initial cause of the tantrum, when really what I needed was some hands on support.
He ended up having tinned spaghetti on toast for tea. And the best bit..it was our Wedding Anniversary today.
Do I get the Worst Mum of the Week Award?
Jollymum..cyber hugs to you.