I am a mother in my early 30s with two children alone, my mental state and patience were relatively good during the day on Sunday, and the tutoring homework for Dabao (third grade) in the evening began to explode...
At 20:15, Dabao began to write the text, and by 20:30 he only wrote two sentences, and I asked him if he could not write? He said yes! In order to teach him how to write and how to increase the number of words, I told him over and over again that he either missed words or made a mistake, and what he said himself can still be written incorrectly... When I reminded him of the unsmooth sentence, he also retorted, "I think it's smooth!" I said, "It's your feeling that makes your essay worse and worse, isn't it?" ”
21:00 I have a stomachache (pulled a few times today) plus a headache (did not rest a good migraine), patience is about to wear out, Xiaobao will climb on the sofa to tear books, a pen to scribble, a "mother" to call non-stop. Because he was too invested in revising his composition, Xiaobao also fell off the sofa... I collapsed, Xiaobao didn't take care of it, and Dabao was also infected by my emotions!
21:30 Before his essay was finished, Xiaobao stinked again, so I hurriedly packed up Xiaobao and continued to stare at him to write. In this process, Xiaobao kept making trouble, throwing snacks on the ground and stepping everywhere, either climbing on me or climbing on my brother, or secretly taking the correction belt and putting it in his mouth, or picking up the snacks that were trampled on the ground and eating them...
At 22:00 his essay was finished, during which I yelled at him several times, so that he unconsciously held his head and looked scared when he saw me in the eyes. But I couldn't control it, looking at Xiaobao, who had just learned to walk and needed to be accompanied, thinking that it was so late again, the family had not cleaned up, even the dishes had not been washed, and tomorrow he would have to get up early for school... My emotions are out of my control.
At 22:10, he said that there were two problems in mathematics, and I continued to tutor him. Probably because he also wants to sleep, the math is wrong, the answer is incomplete, the division is written as multiplication, the result is miscalculated... He looked at me tremblingly, never picking up a pen to correct... I broke down even more, so I yelled again, "You write!" ”
22:30 Xiaobao wanted me to play with him countless times, I knew that Xiaobao wanted to drink milk to sleep, Xiaobao cried while crying... Looking at the mess at home, watching Xiaobao without anyone to help bring it, and seeing Dabao so worrying, I really even have the idea of suicide! I tore up the draft like crazy... Go crazy in front of children!
22:50 I readjusted my mood, crying and carrying Xiaobao back to the room, washing Xiaobao's face, feet, milk, and coaxing him to sleep... Dabao is still calling in his ear "Mom, my alarm clock is broken, remember to help me adjust it" "Mom, tomorrow morning I want to buy breakfast, remember to transfer some money to my phone watch"...
At 4 a.m., another day of insomnia.