I was all set to write a Mother’s Day post that included sentimental thoughts on parenting as well as my hopes and dreams for my children.
Then today happened. And I found myself wishing that maybe I could spend Mother’s Day alone. I know…awful. But not. Because this job is hard.
By 8am they had both tested my patience so badly that I almost cried trying to get the three of us out the door and by 8pm, I felt like I had run a marathon. Ok, maybe a couple marathons since my husband pointed out that a marathon would take me around five hours. Continue reading “Happy Every Day”