Some days I have to tell Sean as soon as he walks in the door that I need 5 minutes to myself, so I can go lie in a dark room and have a little pity party before dinner.
Some days I have a hard time not seeing my child's failure as my own, or a bad attitude a reflection of what I'm doing. And some days I have a hard time accepting when it is.
Some days, it looks like snow. I hate snow.
Up to 12" forecast for Monday. I may die. |
But EVERY day, I let them know that I love them, and hope that makes up for the times that I'd like to lock them (or myself) in a closet.
Those days can really bring me down! Thanks for the reminder to show the love too and hope for better days. Miss you guys!
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