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Why I yell at my kids, and don't plan to apologize

First let me start by saying, I understand that ÿelling" isn't the most preferable way to speak to my children, or anyone for that matter.  But, occasionally, I find it necessary.  And I don't plan to apologize.

Why do I yell?  Most often, because I've tried the speak clearly, calmly, sternly...and my kids are still talking over me.  Whining. Being loud.  Doing exactly what I am trying to tell them to not do.
Sometimes I yell because the situation calls for it, like when my 6 year old is about to touch a hot stove, or my eleven year old is about to ride his bike into the back of my car.
Occasionally, I yell because I'm at the end of my rope. And I NEED to get that point across.

I can here some of you parenting experts out there listing all kinds of other options.  Get their attention, get on their eye level, speak calmly but sternly.  Give them natural consequences.  Divert their attention.

I do these, I really do.  I am the QUEEN of natural consequences. However, sometime, these just don't work.  Or sometime, I don't have the time and patience for these to work.  Sometime, I really just need my kids to go play quietly in their room, or anywhere besides my kitchen.  And unfortunately, when I yell, that is when my kids KNOW I mean business.

"Maybe you should go take a time out in your room"I can here some of you saying.  Yeah, my kids just keep knocking on my door. Asking questions. The bathroom is not even sacred.

"Well, it's your fault, you've taught them that when you yell, is when they need to listen," um, well maybe.

But I'm not sorry.  What am I teaching my children?  That is is OK to get frustrated.  That mom does have a breaking point.  That they are going to make people mad/upset in their lives. That anger and frustration can be expressed without hitting/kicking, running away or calling people names.

I really don't think it's the end of the world.

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