Over a pair of fucking socks! (NC cos I'm a coward)
And now I feel awful because it really was a stupid reason to get so angry.
donning my flame proof suit as I type
DD is 5 (nearly 6) and as I was getting ready for work this morning I asked her to put some socks on as she was going to grandma's and could stay in her fluffy PJ's for the journey. She mentioned a specific pair of socks so I left her to it while I continued getting everything sorted.
Well, apparently she couldn't find the socks, I had no idea where they are and I was gradually losing my temper because she'd had at least half an hour to find them (she said she had them on in bed so they couldn't have gone far) but we were running out of time and I was going to be late for work so I picked a different pair out of her drawer and asked if she could wear them and we would look for the others when we got home later.
Cue tears, tantrums and ridiculousness because she absolutely had to have the specific socks she wanted. Cut to me literally screaming at her as she sat on her feet on the couch and refused to let me put the other socks on. I got so angry a smacked her leg (through fleecy PJ's so not like a sharp smack on a bare leg) and it obviously just made things worse. Not entirely sure what I was hoping the smack would achieve, hate smacking actually 
We got to the point where I was going to drag her bare foot to the car.
I was so annoyed that she was kicking off over such a non-thing.
I very nearly swore at her (I didn't, and I never have and hopefully never will) but I was just cross that she was being so silly over a pair of socks, that she was going to make me late for work and I just couldn't reason with her, there was literally no talking to her. She HAD to have these stupid fucking socks!!!
I ended up putting some ugg type boots on her and eventually got her in the car where we didn't speak on the way to grandma's and when we got there I told her to get out, and told my mum how awful she'd been, which started DD off crying again (oh my poor mum).
God I feel like the shittest mum in the world. I was so angry and wound up that I punched the inside of the car door on the way to work and now have a bruised knuckle. (please note that this is NOT something I have ever done before, nor would I ever EVER raise my fist at DD, I just needed to let the anger out, I also screamed very loudly inside the car - it helped a little)
I really need to get a fucking grip but I honestly don't know how to handle these situations where DD is being ridiculous and I can't reason with her and we don't have time to do anything about it!!!!!
Not entirely sure what the point of my post is. Just needed to rant.
Still feel like shit 
Go on, flame me for being a terrible mum