It’s Sunday night at 7 pm. Hubby is making dinner which means we haven’t eaten yet and I just got myself into a major war with my younger two children who don’t want to practice their music.
It’s at times like this that I wonder what the hell I’m doing. If they don’t want to practice then I guess I should just shrug my shoulders and walk away. Right? It’ll be their loss at the next lesson when they can’t play the music, so why should I get myself all tied up in a knot over it?
Unfortunately I’m just not programmed that way. I can’t spend money on lessons, they swore up and down they wanted, and then just walk away when they refuse to practice. It makes me mad. It makes me yell. It makes me nag.
It makes me (shudder)….a Mom.