Today was one of those days where I was ready to "throw in the towel" or "turn in my two weeks notice" or just plain old give up. There was yelling. There was crying. There was slamming of doors. And unfortunately those actions came from both me and my kids. Why? You know, I am not really sure. It all started with more toothpaste found on the ground with no one taking the blame. Then it went to me having to step over backpacks and papers strewn all over the kitchen. Honestly though, it was just me making a mountain out of a molehill because of my wanting to have things neater, cleaner and more organized, plus me wanting a little gratitude and appreciation for all I do every single day. What is more important? I know I know, my kids and the peace and the happiness in my home. But sometimes I forget and things go crazy. But then I remembered Sunday and the cute little things that Greg and the kids did together:
And I remember how much I love them and how much I love that they will forgive me and we can try again tomorrow to have a better day. So I take a deep breath and put them to bed early and give myself a pat on the back for surviving one of the hard days. Such is parenthood. And if it weren't for days like today, I would not appreciate those like Sunday.