it was one of those days, wound up to the point of snapping by .... well take your pick, you know how it is. However the last straw was the Fragrant Boys demanding constantly "I want this, but mum I want that" and normally I can rise about it but we'd been to the beach and had icecreams and played and had fun and all I needed to do was nip in to the supermarket and buy two things without relentless demands.
But in the long and slow moving queue the FBs act like monkeys and get in people's way etc etc. I start barking at them like Ray Winstone and then loose the will to live, drop my basket, grab the kids and storm out ranting leaving the General Public tutting etc and the kids in tears
Of course I feel like Sh&te, a total cow but I realise I can turn it around so I drive to another supermarket and when I've finished ranting and saying awful things about cloth ears and worse. I park up and then in a calm way I talk the kids through the ensuing supermarket experience step by step charting what is expected of them and telling them they have a chance to show me they can behave.
We are in and out in 5 minutes, good as gold, talked through every stage, praised accordingly and congratulated on exiting and hugged.
Then a very Nice Lady came rushing out saying she just wanted to commend my communication with my kids! She said she knew it was a hard job and challenging but she wanted to say how well we all did. I clutched her arm and confessed that 15 minutes ago I was Uber Bitch and that I was trying to turn all our behaviours around and that she had made my day in giving me support
so Thank You, you really helped me turn things around