Not too proud to call and ask

Called my dad's cell and said, "I will give you 100 bucks to take one of them."  He was quiet for a moment and said, "They're fighting?"  My response, "They are like two cats trapped in a paper bag fighting to the death."  He says, "I'll be there in a few minutes."........ 5 minutes later my phone rings, "Pulling out of the drive. Get LM's backpack ready."

People, I was about to lose it on Lil Man and Baby Boy last night.  They couldn't look at each other without hitting or biting or throwing.  I had a killer headache, and TH was walking out the door to go to work.  I. COULD. NOT. DO. IT.  Even after LM left, I was on the verge of texting a good friend to ask her to come over.  I felt that bad!  BB must have sensed Mommy was on the edge because he stayed right beside me and kept saying, "Mommy.  Mommy."  I would look at him with tears in my eyes and say, "What, baby?"

Then, the headache went away.  Praise be!  And I was able to get BB food for dinner and bathed.  Got TSD in bed snoozing away.  Played with BB for a few minutes and crawled into bed with him until he went to sleep.  Dozed for a bit myself because the house was quiet and my wild child was snuggled up to me.

Not one of my best days as a mother.  But not too proud to call and ask for help.  Pretty sure my dad heard the desperation in my voice.  I can laugh about it now but last night...... whoa baby, it was rough.