My mom always says to 'pick your battles'. Especially in a marriage, and with your kids.
At first I didn't take her advice. I got riled up by every high-pitched scream, every spilled drink, and every unfinished bite of dinner.
But I'm starting to realize that the more battles I pick, the less I win. My mad mommy voice was becoming funny, and my kids were not taking me seriously.
Tonight, I caught my 5 year old girl piling a life-sized stuffed tiger onto the head of her little brother. He screamed and begged her to stop, and she laughed and kept bopping him on the head.
I spoke to her in a firm voice and put her on a time out.
When some time had elapsed, I called her to me and asked why she had been put on a time out.
"There's no way it hurt him MOM. It's made entirely out of FLUFF!" she snapped.
She may have been right, but that doesn't mean her actions were right.
By the sound of her sass, I had picked the right battle.
My kids may have run around screaming, left food on their dinner plates, and splashed bath water all over the entire bathroom floor tonight, but I have to deal with the challenges one battle at a time, and I've already picked my battle for today.
Linking up for Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop. The prompt: write about an argument you've recently had in 15 lines or less.