How do you deal with frustration?
I am definitely doing it wrong.
Take yesterday for example, Isabelle fell asleep in the car for about ten seconds as we were on our way home from getting Joe’s hair cut (don’t ask why we all went, we just always do). Naturally, as it was nap time and she was clearly tired, I put her down for a nap.
1 hour later and she was still messing about, shouting ‘Mummy!’ and refusing to sleep. The thing is, she wasn’t even crying, she was playing happily in her room, but I was unreasonably frustrated. I couldn’t seem to cope with her incessant (albeit chirpy!) yells of ‘Mummy!’ when she was supposed to be sleeping. Joe was downstairs and thought that if she was happy, just leave her but I was just furious. I actually stood in the living room, did a small muffled scream of frustration and stamped my feet like a tantrumming child. It was ridiculous. Joe then of course got mad as I was being so pathetic and I ended up having to just give up and get Isabelle out of her room and she missed a nap that day. Not the end of the world, but it completely stressed me out.
Then again today, I had plans to go and visit my dad. I have to get a bus there and I live in a ridiculously shitty place in terms of transport links, which is a nightmare since I don’t drive. Even though I got most stuff ready the night before and was up at 6am, I still missed the 8.21 bus. HOW??? I had been rushing around and practically ran down the street to catch it and then I literally watched it drive past me, then stood in the street and cried. Ridiculous right?? The next bus wasn’t until 9.51 so missing this bus messed up my morning plans by an hour and a half and we trundled back home to wait for the next on.
That’s where I am now, feeling immense mum guilt because I have been moaning in front of Isabelle about how she always makes me late and how I don’t understand why it is so bloody impossible to just leave the sodding house. Yet this sweet little girl came over and cuddled my legs when she saw my tears of frustration and she is cuddled up to me now as I type because she can see how stressed out I feel.
Hopefully things will improve when I am driving, I am having lessons so it’s only a matter of time. It makes me worry about how the hell I’m going to cope with nursery and school runs though…
Does anyone else find it really hard to cope with frustration? Any tips for getting out and about easily without completely losing my shit? I keep waiting for Joe to question my desire for another child when I cant even seem to cope with the one I have already got.