I woke up angry today.
Really, really angry.
My poor kids. It was SO not their fault. It is my own stupid fault for going to bed too late the night before and choosing to get upset when my 18 month old woke up at 5:30. The SAME time he has woken up for, oh, I dunno FOREVER!
I was angry/frustrated/grumpy ALL day. My poor kids. Henry DARED to ask to play with playdough, and I threatened to throw away ALL playdough if he asked again.
Partially to blame for my frustration was trying to keep a house clean ALL DAY LONG because of the big "INSPECTION" which, by the way, NEVER happened. They did not come. Ever.
So, I spent all day trying to keep the house spotless whilst waiting for Management to show up, which we all know is near impossible with two active boys.
So, when Spencer started screaming at 4:59 pm out of pure starvation, I made peanut butter and jelly, and cried.
Seriously, I was feeling really quite sorry for myself.
And then, I realized, I should be feeling sorry for my babies. They had to put up with a grumpy, crabby, witchy mom ALL DAY LONG.
Then, I realized it was the end of the day and too late to even salvage what was left. So, I cried some more.
Then, my little ones went off and read themselves library books because they knew they'd better not dare ask ME, for fear I'd throw them all away.
Finally, I repented my actions, prayed for forgiveness and went to grovel before my little men. I read them books and tucked them into bed.
I hope that this day is NOT one that they ever, ever remember because I was appalling.
And now, I am vowing to NOT blame my kids for being kids. It's not their fault!
Gosh, some days, I swear, who let me have children???