It was one of those days today. The kids were a bit off, which isn’t abnormal, but I had a hard time reigning everyone in. It was one of those days when I struggled harder than usual to be patient and soft. Rather I was grumpy and short with the kids. I wasn’t kind. It was a hard day. There were some very sweet little moments, but they were tucked between lots and lots of screaming and complaining and fight-picking.
Brady came home with an enormous cold brew in hand and sent me upstairs to take a break. Its been so nice. I did, however, surface for a few minutes to make Dekker’s lunch for tomorrow. When I did reappear, the kids were happy and fine. Clearly no love is lost. No bitterness is present. They’re still happy, and they still love me.
Because they’re still so sweet, I’m going to keep hiding, for I am not as sweet as they are, and I don’t want to ruin it. I am fairly confident everyone has days like these, and I am very grateful for the opportunity to duck away and regroup once in a while.
Once everyone is down, Brady and I will eat KFC and watch Scandal until we fall asleep, and I am greatly anticipating that! Woot!