Not the kind caused by that last shot of tequila you shouldn’t have taken.
Nope, no alcohol needs to be consumed for this kind of hangover.
I’m talking about an Emotional Hangover.
What is this, you ask? Or maybe you don’t ask because if you’re anything like me, you are just skimming this article anyway. ;)
I woke up this morning with a massive emotional hangover that had me groaning in bed and wanting to curl up in the fetal position for the rest of the day.
Except, kids.
And the fact that if I drop them off late to school one more time, I’m pretty sure the authorities may come knockin' on my door. So Emotional Hangover be damned, I had to show my unwashed face to the world and get ready for a day of rehashing every conversation I had this week so I could try my best to explain myself to those who were on the receiving end of my ADHD rage.
It all started about a week ago when my son was involved in a fight involving numerous other boys. I won’t get into the details since that is my son’s story to tell, not mine, but let me tell you that when this happened it felt like someone suddenly turned on every cell in my body and mind and I went into full mama bear mode. It was as if I was a slumbering mama bear and was startled awake by another mama bear telling me my baby bear was under attack and I jumped up ready to brawl.
WHO DISTURBS MY SLUMBER! WHO IS MESSING WITH MY BABY BEAR!
Now, before you get all judgy on me (I know I would if I were you) and make a hasty decision that I am just another helicopter Millennial mom who thinks her child can’t possibly do wrong, let me first tell you that you are wrong, about all of that.
First, how dare you put me into the Millennial category. I am a Xennial, thank you very much, born in that weird span of only six years between 1977-1983 where even the best sociologists can’t quite figure us out.
Second, my son can also be a little punk and likely deserved to be punched in the face by that other kid and likely had it comin’ to him.
***I must add here my son’s input that “he started it mom, but I definitely finished it.”
****I also must add here that I do not condone fighting, but I’ll admit there was a tiny part of me that felt a tinge of pride that my kid knows how to defend himself and land a solid punch when he felt threatened. Just a teensy part. That I’m not proud of, but I made a promise to myself that I would be completely transparent with any of my readers who are crazy enough to be along for this My Kind of Crazy ride with me, so I had to give to give this full disclosure tidbit of information.
Anyhow, where was I….
Oh yes, I had just been startled awake from my slumber. Which for the sake of transparency, was actually me lounging quite comfortably on an outdoor couch around a lovely fire with an old fashioned cocktail in my hand, chatting tiredly with other mama bears.
I suddenly felt like my kid was being threatened and when I looked around to see that other parents were there to witness this, this fear turned into a defensive rage that became the beginning of this awful Emotional Hangover I’m having.
Hastily written emails were sent, emotionally charged texts were exchanged, and when I’m in the midst of my ADHD madness, this all seems like a perfectly logical way to respond.
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