It all started off good. My in-laws were leaving to visit family and they decided they wanted to take my kids with them. OK no problem. I love to have a bit of time to myself. I blogged, I took a semi-long shower. Any mommy can appreciate the novelty of an un-interrupted shower.
I even did a bit of laundry and designed my new writing blog. Just as I was throwing the wet cloths into the dryer, my DD comes in and says, "Mom they didn't put Wyatt in his car seat on the way home!"
My daughter is the most mild mannered person I know. So when something has her angry I know she's serious. Those words immediately set me off too. Evidently it was too inconvenient to cool the car off before they put my son in his seat. So instead, MIL put my 1 yr old son up front with her. Can you imagine a witch about to blow her top? Yeah, that was me.
I immediately went off on her (as politely as I could manage putting it at the time). I told her she can't do that, its a safety issue, CPS could get involved, bla bla bla. She just said, it was hot. I don't give a flying fuck. Put my son in his car seat!
Folks, I feel betrayed. A month or two ago she took my son for a drive 5 minutes away. I didn't know she had even left the house at the time. She didn't use a car seat then. I told her the same thing I told her today. So she KNOWS to use a car seat. I get that she's from a different generation that never used car seats and that's why I gave her a second chance, but just ignoring my wishes isn't going to happen anymore. She is no longer allowed to take my son anywhere.
I had to get out of the house for awhile. So I packed the kids up and went to the YMCA for swimming. Then we visited my DH at his job for a talk about him backing up my new no MIL/baby transport rule, and we did a little shopping before coming home.
Shortly after we came home MIL/FIL left again. Now this is where it gets a little accidental witchy. They went back to the same family they had visited earlier that day. Once out there, the battery on their car died. (Oops. lol). They had to borrow a battery to come home.
When I'm mad, I stew on it awhile. Since my focus was on my MIL and their car as this unsafe missile that could have killed my son, I'm only surprised the engine didn't blow.
I know its a bit uncontrolled of me, but lights tend to flicker when I am very angry, things go boom. All without me meaning to.
Have you experienced anything breaking or odd happenings at high emotional times?