Some Wednesdays (aka hump days) go like this:
Uggghhhh I need a beer(ssssss)
Mama is missing mental stability
Perfectly painful parenting palpatations
Dang is it almost Friday?
Ample avoidance of authority
Yawning and yelling
But then sweet things happen and I realized that my irritation with my child is really my problem. I "social work" myself on the way to swimming lessons and see my babe for the amazing person she is ... and all is well in our world. We're allowed bad days right????