And the award for Mom of the year goes to.....

Not me...that's for sure. In case some of you out there thought I was "super Mom" and talented at parenting in any way...I'm here to dispel those myths and state emphatically that I have never pretended to be all that in any way, shape or form :)
So my two middle boys got up this morning and while I was rushing to get ready for work myself (really bad hair day, had to do it over again 3 times...ug!) they got dressed, had breakfast, brushed their teeth, did their hair and set out their shoes. They still had time left over so they decided to make all the beds in the house, put away their clean clothes pile, made sure all the house lights were turned off, made breakfast for their older brother and put away his clothes, washed off the table and stacked the dishwasher. I thought "who are you and where are my boys?" but I wasn't about to complain...who would?
I went on and on to them about how peaceful our house was thanks to them, what a wonderful example they were and how thoughtful and charitable they had been. I was on cloud 9 thanks to them, and we were on time leaving the house...again, thanks to them. Yes, life was blissful and perfect for a small moment...that is until we got into the car. Suddenly all *$&%# broke loose. G-man got after Seichi for being annoying and too rambunctious and when he didn't listen took it upon himself to hit his brother in his efforts to make him behave. Seichi started wailing and pushing G-man back then they were yelling at each other and generally looking for things to pick on each other for. Well, you guessed it...there went our peaceful, glorious morning...back to reality.
I tried at first to calm them down and offer suggestions for positive communication while trying desperately to keep the vehicle on the road. When that didn't work I started raising my voice and threatening to revoke privileges...by the time we got onto the freeway I was full on screaming and by the time we got to school I was fuming and issuing a rather effective 'silent treatment' to my two middle boys, by the time the first bell rang I had tears streaming down my cheeks out of frustration and general guilt for raising my voice.
Definitely, not the way I wanted to start off the morning. I am still reeling from this morning feeling so guilty for the screaming that is probably ringing in their little ears to begin their day, probably preventing them from focusing on complex mathematical equations, eating well balanced lunches or being involved in stimulating, meaningful conversations with classmates...instead they are probably sitting in the corner of their classrooms rocking back and forth blowing bubbles and humming "you are my sunshine". I've ruined my children forever!