I am sitting on my front steps with my head in my hands taking deep breaths, trying to stop shaking. My neighbor drives by and says, “Is it really that bad?” I throw up my hands, “Yes!”
I had originally planned on writing about something sweet and kind, something about my lovely children, something about the joys of motherhood. And then this L O N G Memorial Day weekend happened and I just don’t have it in me.
Want to hear about it?
For this unofficial start of the summer weekend, we had a ton of fun, kid-oriented activities planned. The weather was fabulous. It should have been a picture perfect family weekend. And there were wonderful moments (that you know I captured for Facebook world) but there were also hours (and hours) of cranky, whiney, misbehaving, clingy, bored kids. I can’t tell you how many times I lost it with my older son. I never knew I had it in me to yell like I did. Then, of course, the guilt overwhelms me and I hug him and apologize. Then he does something naughty again and I lose it again. This cycle played out for three very long days.read more