Had a horrible, terrible, no-good, very bad evening. More than one Bad Mommy moments. Had to give myself two time outs.
I want to totally blame boys. But I'm stressed about several things and still feel yucky sick. (Will I ever feel like I DON'T have a grapefruit stuck in my thoat? Only been four days, but normal seems forever ago.)
I love the strength and hope that the women like Stephanie Nielson and Maraama give to the world. They are my heroes. Especially when my everyday normal is overwhelming and I want to hide under my blankets.
Here's to a New Day, with No Mistakes on it.
(Thank you, Anne of Green Gables)