I’m Not About to Win Parent of the Year Award Anytime Soon

I lost a bazillion good parent points and gained at least as many asshole points today, all before noon time.

Today started out great. I got a good night’s sleep and woke up in a great mode. I had a nice, relaxing shower, got dressed and talked to the kids. Liv was hungry so I told her I’d make one of everyone’s favorite breakfasts; hash browns (made from plain, frozen, shredded potatoes), sausages, and melted cheese which we warp in tortillas. Olivia asked me if i could drive her to a park to meet her boyfriend and Alex wanted me to take him to sell his PS2 so he could get the final amount of money he needed to by a PS3.

I put the potatoes in the skillet with the sausage, covered it and took the dog out. When I get back Olivia asks if we could go to the park. Now. I told her that breakfast was still cooking and we”d go after we ate. She got all whiny about how she can only see Jeremy for an hour or so and she hasn’t seen him in a week. I repeated what I had said about breakfast. She started begging and saying how she’s not hungry anymore and can’t we just go.

Normally, I’d just tell her to chill and that would be that. Instead, for some (scary) reason, I lost it. I told Alex to get his stuff together because we were leaving now. I unplugged the skillet. Utensils were thrown across the kitchen. There was much swearing and raging. Now Olivia says she can wait, I tell her that we are fucking leaving NOW!

We can’t find the park she’s supposed to meet him at. Why? Because no matter how many times I’ve asked her on the drive to ask Jeremy exactly where it is, all I get is a general location, like “not far from downtown. I pull over and insist on an address. Finally I get “Corner of Hallack and Monroe”. I tried putting that into google maps. The app keeps closing on me as I typed. I tried the GPS navigation app and it, too, keeps closing on me. Mind you I NEVER have problems with these apps. After the 4th attempt to figure out where this park is, I totally lose it. I toss the phone across the car, hitting Alex on the elbow and making the back cover of the phone go flying. I drive to the main park in town and tell her to have him meet us there. In 45 seconds Jeremy is there. Why? Because the park he was talking about is right fucking next to the main town park! Thanks for mentioning that the dozen of times I asked for better directions!

I’ve calmed down some by now. I apologized to both kids for my unacceptable behavior and wondered what in the fuck caused the outburst of rage over nothing.

I take Alex and he gets his PS3 after which I hit Walmart for a few groceries that I forgot on Friday. We get home. I turn on the skillet and resume cooking. Seven minutes later, it is ready. I eagerly fill a small bowl with yumminess and at that exact moment the phone rings. It is Olivia needed to be picked up. I ask her if she and Jeremy can wait a little bit while I eat. She tells me that he already left and can I come get her now. Blind rage! Why? I have no fucking idea. I tell her I will be there in a few minutes, and after more swearing and slamming of cabinet doors, I leave.

On the drive I blast deathcore metal as loud as my speakers will allow and take deep breaths and wonder what the fuck is wrong with me? Where is this anger coming from? Even with the drama with the kids, it has been a pretty good week on the whole. I just can’t figure it out.

I pick up Liv and we go home. The food is cold. I open the microwave and go to put the bowl in to warm the food up. I see the tortillas that I put in the microwave that I was planning to heat up all curled up and dried out. Blind rage! Kids disappear to their rooms, dog runs for cover.

I rarely lose my cool like that. I almost NEVER fly into a rage for any reason. Now I know exactly how my son feels when he loses it and says and does things that he regrets. I just want to curl up into a ball and die because I’m so overwhelmed with remorse. I am also scared. This isn’t like me at all. My stress level is way down from what it has been. I’m feeling good about where my life is going. I have the best kids and best friends anyone could ever what. Why did this happen?

When I was raging, there was a pat of me that was watching myself and thinking, what the fuck are your doing? Just stop! I wanted to stop, but I couldn’t. It was like I was watching a performance of myself in a movie. In spite of the fact that I desperately wanted so much to stop, I couldn’t. I had become completely disassociated from what was happening and I was helpless to stop it.

I am the least violent person I know. I normally have patience to spare. This is very, very scary because it is just not like me at all. I’m left wondering what the fuck my problem is. It looks like my therapist and I will have plenty to talk about this week.

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4 Responses to “I’m Not About to Win Parent of the Year Award Anytime Soon”


  1. 1 prosey April 3, 2011 at 7:39 pm

    *hug* You need to NOT beat yourself up over this, Jay. (Full thoughts expressed elsewhere…)

  2. 2 Jeff Silvey April 3, 2011 at 7:44 pm

    Well, it’s always difficult when you constantly have to put other’s needs before your own. I frequently have days when I don’t get to shower or eat, or take care of anything I need to do for me. It’s not easy.

  3. 3 Brick Window April 3, 2011 at 8:06 pm

    It’s so coincidental, because this very morning I had a phone conversation with an old friend who described a very similar situation. He told me about flying into a rage and telling his coworker’s MOTHER to get the fuck out of his office. He said later he realized he was having an out of body experience as it happened. He was horrified at what he was doing, but couldn’t stop.

    He has no idea why he is so angry, either.

    I’m going to tell you what I told him. STRESS, dude. You may not realize it’s even there, and wham. You’re screaming and throwing things. Work, kids, money, life, the freaking news. It all takes a toll. Jay, you need some time to yourself. Unplug and relax, even if it’s only for 10 minutes.

  4. 4 Jay Walker April 3, 2011 at 9:04 pm

    I know it is stress, but it is more than that; it is trauma due to many significant loses in my life that goes back years. This is why I’m in therapy. I’m trying to find the source of my depression and, now (so it seems) rage. I’ve been told I should undergo the same therapy that soldiers with PTSD have. I told my therapist that I didn’t feel like I had suffered anything like that kind of trauma, but she said that trauma is trauma and needs to be dealt with. I’m am not convinced that it is anything like PTSD.

    I did just get back from a long walk and just stepped out of a hot shower so I’m am a bit more relaxed.

    You are so kind and wonderful! Thank you so much for all your support. ❤


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