Failing

I am definitely failing as a mom.

I worked this weekend.

On Saturday, I get a text from Hubs that he took the boys to a store to pick up some parts to fix the snowthrower. T was startig to fuss in the backseat and J yelled out “T shut up!”

On Sunday, I got a text that J was drinking his water from his cup and spilled some on the floor. Hos response? “Oh god…fuck.”

Remember J is 3.5 years old. He has recently regressed in his talking because baby brother started babbling and we think it’s cute. So he has returned to babbling for attention. When he does talk in sentences, he repeats what he hears.

So…yeah…I’m screwed. I’m not very good at censoring myself.

Fuck.