Yesterday was one of those days. My husband was out of town Monday until late last night, and yesterday afternoon I was at the end of my rope.
I was not patient. I was mean. And as I was screaming at my children I had a brief out of body experience. I realized what I was doing and a little voice said, "Seriously? You're really yelling at them for that?"
I hate those days. I hate that out of control feeling, the unreasonable rage that just overwhelms me. And over the stupidest things. Why? Why do I do that, when I know better? It seems like I should be old enough now to and have enough kids to keep it together.
Tell me I'm not alone. That I'm not the worst mother in the world for yelling about stupid things? Please?