I was mean tonight.
I was mean tonight when I yelled,
"Enough is enough!" and
slammed the cupboard door.
I was mean tonight because
the garbage bag pulling and
the 2+ consecutive hours of whining and
the I-can-only-sit-in-your-chair and
the I-can-only-eat-your-food and
the I-only-want-to-drink-your-water and
the I-need-to-touch-every-dirty-thing-sticking-out-of-the-sink and
the I'm-too-tired-to-pick-up-my-toys and
finally got to me.
I was mean when
I sent them out of the kitchen because
yet another glass of water
was purposely spilled on the floor.
And I was mean when I said
"I can't even talk to you right now!"
because I needed a moment to calm down.
I was mean tonight
but instead of being hard on myself,
"You need a break."
Yes, I was mean tonight.
And now tonight is over.