I just made a "phone call" to Bram's "new mom" and then told him his new mom was on her way to take over. I was moving out, getting a job at Starbucks and getting my own apartment in the next town over.
I feel like total shit now. He started to panic and telling me he would start being nice to me and his sister. That he would really just want me as his mommy, and that I am really good at it, etc.
Boy, do I feel terrible. I have been reassuring him that I am going nowhere. I told him a million times that I am kidding. I have explained to him that he is 100% stuck with me at least until 18 years of age. At that time he can reevaluate the situation with his dad, sis and I and decide if he still wants contact with us or not. But until then, we aren't going anywhere.
Today is one of those, "I am in no way, shape, or form cut out to be a mom" days. I was actually kicked in the face. By a three year old. Because I did not know how to re-transform his transformer. This is NOT what I signed up for. And I guess telling him I was hauling ass was not the way to handle it. I am a bad mom.
Tonight I am going to go work out as soon as Hubby gets home and then meeting my girlies at the Tamale King. This place is super healthy and is a great finale to all of the healthy eating and drinking I have done this weekend. I feel that several hours away from anyone under 3 feet will do me some good.