And Then I Lost it...

Today I went to Ari's pre-school, the place where I continually forget all the other mom's names, which is funny because most of them are named "Sarah."

So there we were. I barely got any sleep last night because I kept waking up every three hours. Ari was not in the best of moods either. He refused to sit for storytime, and when I put him in a chair he screamed "No storytime!" And ran off to play with some vehicles.

Every time I turned around he was doing one of the following things:
---Screaming at another child for taking "his" toy
---Grabbing a toy out of someone else's hand
---Screaming for the sake of screaming (not necessarily directed at anyone in particular)
---Refusing to sit for any of the activities

This was all happening while I was trying to make casual conversation with other moms, and I kept saying unintentionally offensive things. I don't think the other Sarahs liked me very much.

Anyway, the last straw was when the head of the pre-school was attempting to hand out temporary tattoos to all the kids at lunch time. Ari did not want to sit to receive his tattoo. He wanted to go play. I was attempting to keep him seated, and as he was handed his tattoo, he screamed:

"NO Tattoo!!!!" As loud as he possibly could and with that he knocked the remains of his and my lunch onto the rug.

I burst into tears. The head of the school told me to calmly explain to him that he couldn't throw food. I replied:

"I'm not even a person right now."
" I know." She said rubbing my arm. "Nobody tells you how hard it is to be a mother, right?"
I nodded.
A couple of the other moms came over to comfort me
One said:

" I totally know what your going through. Don't worry! You are doing a great job! Don't be so hard on yourself!"
She also let me know that when she was pregnant with her second kid, she had a calendar that she would cross the days off until she gave birth.

That was my day. How was yours?