It doesn't take much to push me over the edge. I can be carrying on like "Little Susie Homemaker" when all of a sudden I turn into "Mother Dearest" (minus the wire hangers, of course).
I can manage to stay calm until about the fifth time that I have to ask my kids to do something and it's still not done.
I also keep my cool until it's about a half-hour after bedtime and my little ones continue to come downstairs for "one more thing."
It's that moment when my kids come to the table for dinner and declare how gross the meal looks before even taking a bite, that makes me go from zero to crazy.
I am pretty predictable when it comes to what makes my head spin, so I find it interesting how my kids haven't caught onto what sets me off.
I am certainly not proud of my behavior at those times, but sometimes I can't control it. I feel like a volcano ready to blow, and next thing I know the lava is spewing all over the house.
The problem is, I don't like that person that I become when I reach the end of my rope. I am trying to work on it, because my kids don't like that person either.
It's been said that being a parent is the hardest job you'll ever love. I love my kids with all my heart, I just wish they didn't drive me crazy.
Sloane is a reporter and anchor for WRAL-TV and the mom of three. She writes monthly for Go Ask Mom.