Sometimes I don't even know who I am.....
Hello everyone. Update is that I finally got to the bottom of the inbox of comment love from being featured on SITS on the 27th. I absolutely adored it. Thanks again to all who stopped by. I tried to respond to each of the comments, but a lot of them had a no-reply email so I'm was not able to respond to them. But, oh, well, it was a grand day.
Now on to my problem for today. I am really struggling with my, I guess you could call it my expectations. I wonder if I have PMDD or something. I love my kids, but lately, all they do is get on my last nerve. And it makes me feel like Godzilla mom or something. I ratchet off about the smallest things. For example, yesterday I told my two boys to take out the garbage (today is garbage day) and they get into a tussle in the kitchen about who is going to do what. That really aggravated the stuffing out of me and I began to yell. After that, I was just snippy and snappy and naggy. I kept finding stuff of theirs lying about (that prior to that little tussle) that didn't really bother me at all. And lately, it seems to happen more and more.
Please tell me that I am not alone in this. I feel like such a failure as a mother and I don't want my kids to grow up with this *itch.