Heel

Mother's Day was great. The kids and Terry went out of their way to make me feel special . . .so cute.

So why am I such a crabbster today?

Going on and on about messy rooms, and homework not getting done, and piano not getting practiced-EVER, and laundry, and SIX wash clothes in the bathtub, and EIGHT towels on the floor, and clean laundry all over the bedroom floor, and no one eats their dinner with out bribes or threats, and stinky dogs, and bedtime taking F.O.R.E.V.E.R. and my volume just keeps getting louder and louder . . .

Finally Dalyn comes up to me, gives me a big hug and says "I'm sorry you're having such a hard day, I hope it goes better tomorrow. I will try harder okay."

Now I feel like a ginormos heel. I need to put my son in therapy a.s.a.p because now he thinks every bad day I have is his fault.

I am not a lousy mother, but today I had a lousy mother day :(