Raw Drip

There are times when we all regret saying exactly what’s on our minds in front of our children (see my previous post referring to the use of the word “stupid” in front of the kids).   But at 7:30 a.m. on a weekday, pre-coffee, and after the 3rd whiny, foot stomping encounter with Tabitha complaining about the fact that I wouldn’t let her drink blueberry & pomegranate juice on the sofa – I feel I can no longer be held accountable for my actions.

Upon further reflection, I fear I may have crossed the line of acceptable parent/child dialogue.  Below are the actual words I used [gulp] to kick her out of my room this morning. 

“What part of me allowing you to watch Scooby Doo while eating breakfast cereal on the sofa indicated that I’d be okay with hearing you whine about juice? You’re not getting blue juice, orange juice, or white milk.  You’re drinking water, capiche?   Now go away.  Can you not see that I’m trying to put on my mascara before I’ve had coffee?  Oh, and mommy loves you, darling…”