My Dr Jekyll and Ms Hyde moments

I like to think of myself as a nice person.

Sure, I have my flaws. I can be short tempered and can hold a grudge like a Mafia boss, but I would like to think that my niceties override the flaws.

But yesterday I had a really, really bad day when my Ms Hyde trampled on my Dr Jekyll and left trampled feelings in her wake.

I made one of my favourite people at work cry.

Really cry.

And while she was crying, she was also looking really angry. And when I asked her what was wrong, she pointed her finger at me and spat out “You!”

Now, to a person who truly wants to be loved by all (apart from the people she can give two hoots about), that really hurt.

Because I really respect this person. And support her. And think she’s capable of great things.

But apparently I had spoken very sharply to her and made her feel terrible. And I am so, so sorry about it. I know I was struggling with a cracker of a headache yesterday. And I was tired. And stressed. But there really was no excuse.

Of course I apologised profusely and I think we’re OK. But it did make me realise how quickly my nasty little nemesis can pop her ugly head up to say hello.

And it happened with the kids too last night. I didn’t mean to be harsh, but I made my daughter cry because she said I was talking like I was really angry with her. And I wasn’t.

What was wrong with me yesterday? I truly felt like I needed to back out of the room slowly, go to bed and protect my family from myself.

How many times has your Ms/Mr Hyde popped out? Sometimes when I am at my wits end with my children, I catch my reflection on the mirror mid-shriek and think,”Woah. Who is that screaming harpie?” And looking back at me is Ms Hyde.

So I shall make every effort to keep her under wraps for everybody’s sake.

I shall keep her subdued with copious amounts of chocolate and only let her come roaring out when I am home alone and the damage can be minimised.

Promise!

So you want me to be a CEO?

So, you want me to be a CEO, hmm?

Well, I have a few questions:

• Will you let me come in to work late so I can see my children receive their Principal Awards at their Monday morning assembly?
• Will you let me leave work early to attend parent/teacher interviews that are allotted times between 3.30pm and 5.30pm?
• Will you let me leave work to watch my child in his/her primary school production that for some reason is always scheduled at 4.45pm?
• Will you promise not to roll your eyes at me and get uncomfortable when I get a bit teary because I am really, really tired from nights of unbroken sleep due to a child with a nasty bout of gastro?
• Will you let me leave work early and work from home once the kids are in bed, so I can finally get a few moments of productive work time?
• Will you promise to never make sexist, patronising remarks and when I object to them, to not tell me to “get a sense of humour”?
• Will you pay me at least as much as the male CEO who held the position before me?
• Will you not assume that I am not pulling my weight just because I leave on time.
• Will you admire my excellent time management skills and realise that is why I don’t have to work back late every night?
• Will you promise to never ask me how I juggle being a full time CEO and mother?

if you answer yes to all these questions, then I accept!

The perfect blog post

A+ for effort

This isn’t the perfect blog post.

I need to stop waiting until I think of the perfect post before I write my next post.

Because it just means that there is too long a gap between blog posts.

And you all might start to think that I’ve given up on this whole blogging caper.

I haven’t.

I just get stuck sometimes.

Trying to think of the perfect blog post.

So now I will just blog because I’ll pop if I don’t.

And maybe the perfect blog post will just happen.