It seems that lately, the strongest emotion I feel towards my children is irritation. Like right now - they should be in bed, but they are not becauseIhavenoideawhy. I grind my teeth. I seethe. Profanities tear through my mind like farts tear through a digestive tract after a bean feed.
I like the word “fart”. It just has a ring to it. I also like “myocardial infarction”. It sounds like an educated person’s way of saying “fart”, except it is totally not. It’s another way to say “heart attack”. But saying “myocardial infarction” sound so much more… edumacated-like. Don’t you agree? I digress, in the worst sort of way. It’s how I cope. See I am not even focusing on the fact that mykidsarestillnotasleepandtheyshouldbeand *gasp* Iamlosingmymind…
This morning I fell in love with Lucy all over again. I find I get lost in the “to do’s” of the day and let the schedule shape my emotion and approach toward my children. Shame, shame, shame… Continue reading ‘I fell in love all over again.’
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