I'm not always polite. I try. But sometimes I am curt, withdrawn, unintentionally rude.
Here's the thing. It's not you, it's me. Really.
There are days, afternoons, moments when I just don't have any more energy to be polite. The politeness is all gone, spilled out of me in gushes or spurts. Some of the reasons may be obvious, some you probably can't see.
I went to bed too late.
I got up too early.
The kids have been whining and yelling at me all day.
I have been whining and yelled at the kids all day.
I am overwhelmed.
My kids keep running off in different directions.
No one is listening to me.
I am going to scream if I have to clean one more puddle of pee off the floor.
All my requests have become negotiations.
The kids are tired, she won't nap and his nap was short.
It's all I can do to be polite to my own children.
I want to be alone so badly, to sit by myself and not talk.
I do try. You just might not see it that way. All I ask is that you cut me some slack. I promise I will do the same for you.