Tonight I was frustrated and totally worn out. I didn't get the amount of help I wanted in straightening up, and so I blew up at my kids and yelled.
Why do I do this? I have promised myself over and over again that I won't yell at my kids, and each time I mean it.
Tonight when nearly everyone was crying, Tolan said something like, "Everyone takes their cue from Mom." And, as much as I hate to admit it, it's true. I set the tone for the family, so when I am frustrated and in tears, so are they.
So, now the little ones are in bed, my eyes are dry from tears, I am "sane" again, I am promising myself, yet again, that I will do better tomorrow.
All of this because Mom was more focused on the house than the Home.
As I tucked Daven into bed, he said his sweet prayers and sounded like an angel, my little angel. This is why it is so worth it being a mom, even on the hard days.
Here is D, last night, singing the chorus of "I Am A Child of God". (Interpretation: Lead me, guide me, walk beside me, help me find the way. Teach me all that I must do, to live with Him someday. )