Yesterday was Monday and there was no covering it up. Any way you looked it, anyway you dressed it up– it still smelled of shit (as Monday’s typically do) The monster decided this morning (Monday morning I must remind you) would be a good time to test mommy’s patience. Normally this wouldn’t be such a problem, but when you couple it with a Monday morning, you can bet your ass I swatted that butt!
Yes I know, WORSE. MOTHER. EVER. for spanking my kid in the morning, but to my defense,(because you know as mothers we always feel the need to defend our actions) sometimes the discipline just can’t wait. Tantrums over things we have to do such as getting dressed for the day are just not tolerated! Saying I don’t want to, whining, even crying is acceptable means of getting your point across when you are 3 (or 31–just saying) but kicking, screaming and throwing your body around as if you have just been over taken by a fucking demon? No, momma don’t play that shit!
That’s my gansta face, yo! Happy Parenting!