Real life sucks.
Just when you think you’re good, something happens and shakes it all up.
Then, you are stressed.
And when you’re stressed, you can be kind of mean. You yell at people. And those people are stressed about stuff, too, so they yell back.
About then, you win a Parent of the Year award, when your six year old asks you if you and daddy are getting a divorce.
(We’re not, thankyouverymuch.)
Now, to go with trying to pull it together to work on my house, I’m realizing I really have to pull it together and work on me. My attitude sucks, and it’s rubbing off on those around me.
I’ve got a lot on my plate, but that’s not an excuse. I have a husband and three children who need me to first be a wife and mother. The other things? They’re important, and right now, many of them are pressing and time consuming, potentially even life altering. Even still, I first am a wife and mother.
If I do those things well, the rest will be where it is meant to be.