a bit miffed
When I’m around Maya my mood can change so quickly that I often fear I’m becoming Sybil.
A perfect example was yesterday morning. Things started out okay but quickly went downhill after I said the following at least 15 times: “Can you make sure you have your backpack and a sweater? Can you find some socks and put on your shoes? We need to go in 5 minutes.”
Despite my 15 warnings, I found myself waiting at the front door loaded down with 20 pounds of stuff, while my shoeless, shivering child casually glanced around for her backpack as though we had all the time in the world.
And thus I started my morning lecture.
“For crying out loud Maya, I put your lunch, your water bottle, and your homework inside your backpack. Is it too much to ask that you simply put your backpack by the front door?”
I was about to launch into my “Short of brushing your teeth for you I really don’t know how much more I can do for you,” speech when the elevator opened and I saw our building engineer. And just like that, I instantly transformed in to Little Miss Molly Sunshine as I asked about the engineer’s plans for the summer holidays.
Maya looked at me, a bit miffed and bit mystified and really, I don’t blame her.
So what I want to know is why I can find it in me to be polite to random acquaintances but finding the energy to be nice to my own kid is often impossible?