Some days it’s hard to be the kind of mom I want to be.
Some days I get impatient and annoyed with my kids and it shows. I ignore their questions or answer them in a mean tone. Even as I’m doing it I know I should stop, that it isn’t right, but I do it anyway.
Some days I get so tired of hearing “Why?” after everything I say. It’s been 5 years now that that has been the standard reply from my children. Some days I just can’t answer “why?” again.
Some days the crying and whining is just too much. I don’t handle hurt hearts with the compassion they need.
Some days I get way to upset about simple, meaningless things. I get angry and yell.
Some days I can’t handle the dilly dally that is used to postpone bedtime. How good is it to say a prayer with your children when there is anger in your heart?
Today was one of those days.
These days, after the kids are sleeping and the house is quiet, I always feel the guilt.
Then I pray for forgiveness from God and hope that my children grow up remembering the days that aren’t some days.