The MonSter in me rears it head and I can feel my tolerance diminishing. Add to the mixture a child who has a thirst for knowledge with incessant questioning about anything, everything and nothing and the tolerance there minutes earlier has evaporated leaving a ratty mummy (I grow a rat tail and ears instead of a devil's tail and horns). My poor son ends up with a mummy who can take no more questions long before I've answered the first one.
OK, so this may be quite familiar to most parents but imagine the ability to answer the questions being put on fast forward 10x with that final part of "Please NO more questions - let mummy think" being too soon for an inquisitive mind that wants to learn and you want to encourage. You're wishing you could manage for longer sharing your knowledge and the feeling of guilt returns as you send your child off to entertain themselves - still dangerous but the potential fallout/need is further away after a possible nap or quick meditation.
I have learnt to give myself the space I need, knowing this is a way to return back to Mummy instead of the MonSter Mummy. For me a brief meditation to recoup and gather myself then gives me enough to return to family life - for a short while at least.
I get up to my feet, brace myself for what I'm about to walk into and step through the door to the room my son is silently in - this cannot be a good thing... silence - to find him reading - and the Mummy returns - hugs all round!
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