As you will read below, this particular technique uses hair ties on your wrist as a visual reminder to not take out your anger on your child. Visual cues are a powerful science-backed tool that will remind you to avoid a bad habit when you are most likely to slip back into it.

I like this particular technique because–for every non-loving choice you have made–you also have to make amends to earn back the hair ties.

However, for your own self-awareness and personal growth, I still believe it is important to work out your triggers and understand them first. To learn more or for help on identifying your triggers go to: Identifying Your Triggers.   

I also feel it is super important to get your anger out of your body in other responsible ways. I do not believe it is healthy to keep your anger bottled up and pretend it is not there. It will always somehow negatively spurt out elsewhere or perhaps make you ill.

Some ways to responsibly deal with your anger is, for example: vigorous exercise with the intent of getting your anger out or perhaps hitting a punching bag. You could also do the Writing and Burning Technique which I explain in my article Top 5 Self-Esteem and Confidence Boosters.

How to Stop Being an Angry Mom Now…Using 5 Hair Ties

A couple months ago while my husband and I were making dinner, my toddler walked up to me and held one hand up for me to see, fingers spread out.

“Hey, sweetie.” I could see something dark on her fingers, but I wasn’t close enough to see what it was.

I stepped closer. “Oh no.”

“What?” Ty asked.

I turned and ran in the opposite direction towards the closet where we keep the diapers.

And in my rush, I missed seeing something in my path. My feet got tangled up, and I hit the floor, just barely catching myself with my hands.

I looked back to see what tripped me up. My preschooler’s shoes, left right in the middle of the hallway.

“Bailey!” I yelled.

I stood up and grabbed a diaper, then scooped up my toddler like a sack of potatoes and headed towards the living room floor.

“Bailey!” Louder this time. She must have been upstairs in the kids’ playroom.

As I bent down to start the diaper change, my knee throbbed from the fall. “Bailey!” Even louder.

Adrenaline coursed through my veins because of the poop-mergency. Because of the fall. Because I was being ignored…

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