Mom Rage We Meet Again…

This weekend was a tough one. My kids were whiny, my husband was grumpy, and I felt extra short on patience. The days dragged on, filled with battles with my son over everything from which shoes to wear to whether he’d come on a walk with me. I made a lot of food, washed a lot of dishes, and folded a mountain of laundry. I did my best to carve out moments of self-care—a morning hike with the dog, a final dip in the pool before the weather cools. But none of it worked. I was overwhelmed. By Sunday evening, after asking my kids for the hundredth time to get along, I hit a breaking point. The sounds and tension became too much, and I finally exploded. Yelling, crying—the whole adult meltdown.