Sometimes being a parent sucks.
Or, maybe it’s just that I suck at being a parent sometimes.
I’m sitting here in tears.
I just screamed at the kids.
I hate this.
The truth is, they don’t deserve someone yelling at them *ever*. But, sometimes it just all comes out. I didn’t yell yesterday when Bean stood in the middle of the floor in the bathroom naked and peed all over. And I didn’t lose my cool when big D took over an hour to write three sentences. And I’ve patiently answered V’s “why” at least a couple dozen times. I didn’t even say word one when the kids let the dog out the front door.
So, I guess it all bubbled up just now.
And here I sit crying.
Awww.. sometimes I guess I’m not so bad and this job isn’t so bad… little D just came in and told me he was sorry, and then Bean came in and gave me a hug. I got a chance to tell them that I shouldn’t yell and that I’m sorry, too.
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