Skip to Content

Goodbye angry mum: How I overcame my anger and stopped the yelling

Goodbye angry mum: How I overcame my anger and stopped the yelling

I was an angry mum for way too long. It actually felt like my set-point was Angry Mum – I was just constantly going mental about something and the little respites of not being angry started to get further and further apart. I regularly yelled and felt justified in the yelling. I felt hard-done-by, martyrish, stuck.

It was me, it is me. Just me being me. We even laughed a little at mummy’s hot temper that erupted like a storm, and quietened just as quickly. Then I began to notice that more and more how those fierce, brief storms of anger were leaving behind wreckage that I couldn’t readily tidy up. There was always a little anger left over, waiting to be stirred up all over again. Looking to be stirred up, by this angry, angry mum.

Over-worked, over-tired and over it

I see it now. I was over-worked, over-tired and basically over it. Over the whole selflessness of parenting. The relentlessness. The repetition. The endless doing of it all.

I knew, though, that I wasn’t an angry mum when my kids were younger, despite being just as tired, just as over-worked, just as bewildered by the everyday sameness of raising a family. So while it was a lot about that, it wasn’t only about that. I didn’t really become this angry person until my kids were older.

It wasn’t just because I had been doing this parenting thing for a long, long time now. All that hard work, all those missed nights of sleep, all the expectations and responsibilities, all crowding in together to leave me exhausted. Too tired to be nice. Too tired to listen rather than yell. Too tired to be selfless all the time.

It was a lot of these things, it was. We have every right to get angry from time to time because of all of these things. But stomping around in the world, looking for a fight and refusing to stick our hands in the pocketfuls of joy: that was anger born of something else again.

It wasn’t until I acknowledged the real source of my anger that I worked out what I needed to do to pack it away.

My own expectations were making me angry

So here’s the simple thing: My kids were bigger and so were my expectations.

For years and years I had selflessly picked up. Picked up after them, picked them up physically, picked them up emotionally. Now they were older and here I was, still picking up, always with the picking up.

My expectations of how this stage of parenting would look felt vastly different to the living of it.

Hadn’t I spent years of my life training my children to be kind and thoughtful? To care for their things and use their manners to smooth their world? Hadn’t I repeated over and over and over again the simple rules for a lovely life? Hadn’t I done all of this?

And yet, there felt no change to how we existed together, my kids and I. I was still the sole holder of life’s responsibilities and help was grudgingly bestowed if I begged, cajoled, nagged or yelled, and yelled, and yelled some more.

Feeling unappreciated and resentful

Now there was hurt and a new kind of bewilderment attached to my mothering. Don’t they love me the way I love them? Don’t they want to do for me as I do for them? How can they loaf around when I am working so hard doing all the things? Can’t they see how bone-weary I am?

And then, the thinking, of course they can see, they can see just fine, but they just don’t care. Have I really given years and years of my life to raise people who don’t even care about their own mother? How could I have got it so utterly wrong?

There was only one thing I had got wrong, of course:

I forgot that parenting is a marathon, not a sprint.

RELATED: Parenting is a marathon, not a sprint

I allowed my expectations to run ahead at a pace that my children just weren’t ready for. So eager was I to get to “the end” and rest – oh, sweet, sweet, rest – that I stopped running mid-distance. My anger came from being trampled by the weight of my expectations running over me.

How I overcame my anger and stopped the yelling

Once I realised where my anger was coming from, there were three things I immediately did:

1. I slowed down and slowed the kids down too.

We reduced the number of extra-curricular activities in term 4 last year, so we had more time to just hang around and be together again. I’m not a very playful person, but I was quickly reminded that I could be. That we all are. It’s just that after a certain age we just forget to make time for it.

So the kids and I spent afternoons in the pool or playing silly games that went nowhere. Up until then I spent most of my waking moments being as efficient as possible, so at first I found it hard to switch off enough to get into these activities. Eventually, through sheer practise, I got the hang of it and found that I excelled at doing nothing important. 😊

2. I asked for exactly what I wanted.

We had always had chores and rules, but now I decided to go beyond the list and make specific requests to help out in the moment. There was much resistance, and in many ways this was not the easy path. I struggled a lot with containing my anger during this time.

Two things really helped: I tried to get enough sleep every night (I’m a terrible insomniac these days, so this wasn’t always easy) and I removed myself when I felt the angry mum surfacing. I also told the kids that I was trying to stop being so angry and asked them to help me with that. They rose.

My children became an ‘us’ again, instead of a ‘them’.

3. I learned to hold my space.

It’s way too easy to bite when the kids are deliberately provoking us. Kids will always push back, they will always have an opinion, they will always fight for their own place in the world. I learned to hold my own space and let them have theirs. This meant not getting frustrated when they pushed my buttons (and how hard do they push those buttons!). To do this, I constantly tried to exercise empathy, rather than judgement.

“He’s saying that because he feels hard done by”, “She’s doing this because she needs attention”, “He really wants to win here”. Instead of exploding back at them when they exploded at me, I tucked myself into my space and waited it out. Calmly, with slow breathing, I just waited.

4.  I took better care of myself.

Put simply, I learned it’s a lot easier to regulate your emotions when you’ve had a good night sleep, taken some time for yourself, and fuelled yourself with nourishing food. I now understand that when we push ourselves to get the mountain of things a family needs done, we teeter on the brink. #2 above helped me so much, because I no longer felt like it was all up to me. It also gave me some time back in my days to exercise or make space for good times. In doing so, I felt far less resentful and was able to give more to my family without feeling hard done by.

5. I kept talking about it

Bringing the kids into my resolution was one of the best things I did. By debriefing with them and asking them for help to help me regulate my emotions, I owned it. It has also been an excellent way to teach kids how to manage their own emotions and hold their own space. When we flare up (and, of course, I still do), we can talk about it later and work out what we should have done better. I am teaching them that mums are only human too, and that learning to improve ourselves is a lifelong commitment.

6. I chose happy and owned my anger.

I didn’t always get it, but I tried for happy in everyday moments. I don’t for a second believe you can ‘choose happy‘ (oh, life, as if!), but I do believe that if you’re at least striving to be happy you are most of the way there.

RELATED: Can you choose happy?

When I felt weighted down and angry about family life, I pulled out my dusty old gratitude journal and wrote three things that I was grateful for right then and there. I spent time writing notes to my children about what they mean to me. I spent time with my children, full stop. I talked more to my husband about being an angry mum and didn’t shy away from it. I wasn’t ‘upset’, or ‘hurt’, or ‘tired’, I was angry.

In owning my anger, I found it easier to give it away.

Road trip to calm

In the end, it was a long road trip I took with the kids on my own that really took me away from my anger. Immersed in all the little moments with them, without the burden of keeping a clean house, a successful career, a thriving family, a busy life, I found a peace in parenting that I hadn’t experienced for such a long time.

Now that I know what causes my anger and I’ve given myself permission to set down the weight of expectations, it’s a peace that I’ve managed to hang onto.

Of course, I still see angry mum from time to time, and that’s okay. She’s alright in small doses, really.

How are you feeling these days?

Image by Andre Hunter 

Angry mum - How I faced up to my anger and found peace in parenting


Wednesday 11th of April 2018

This resonated deeply! I can't tell you the guilt and bewilderment and pain I've felt at my mounting temper as my kids get older (7 and 4). It's been a massive priority for me to deal with my anger this year. Thanks for sharing. So reassuring.


Wednesday 11th of April 2018

Guilt only adds to the anger, Mia. Try to let it go. I hope you find your peace in parenting - it's not easy, but I know you will get there. Take care of yourself.


Friday 6th of April 2018

I also want to thank you for this article. I’ve always been such a peaceful quiet introvert, now slowly over time with my kids at 7 and 3 I’m finding my anger building and building. Me and my daughter were in tears at the bus stop this morning and I realised like you said I am damaging our relationship. I also have insomnia and wonder if that contributes? Anyway, hopefully this will give me the kick in the bum to work on “my” issues instead of focusing on the kids behaviour.


Saturday 7th of April 2018

Insomnia definitely contributes and I know it’s hard to find a way out of that. Think about how ratty our kids are when they haven’t had enough sleep! I struggle with good sleep too - it used to be due to the kids’ poor sleep, but now it’s all on me. Making time in my day to go slow helps with that a lot. x


Wednesday 4th of April 2018

This article really speaks to me. I realise Im part of the problem with just over extending myself in general. This is the year I take back control and slow down. thanks for the article.


Wednesday 4th of April 2018

A pleasure, Debbie. It's a really tough thing to acknowledge and I respect you for doing so. I found it much easier to blame my circumstances :) We will get there. Mums always do!

Comments are closed.