If I've given you the impression that my life is rosy and cheerful, please let me apologize. This couldn't be farther from the truth. I mean, don't get me wrong, I think I have it good. A sweet family, a loving husband, a roof over my head and a job.
But, that hardly gets to the real life chaos that I live day in and day out. Having three kids is hard. There is never a spare moment, conflict-free, or quiet. Our house is loud. And, this weekend - not for any significant reason other than the usual - it was made louder by the fact that I yelled. At my children. A lot.
And, I swore. A lot.
I was grumpy. With everybody. I got weepy, explaining to Joey that I felt like my life was out of control. No one listens to me.
I'm not proud of my behaviour this weekend. Joey encouraged me to take a nap yesterday, and usually I can't nap because I have too much on my mind. Yesterday, I did. It helped a little. But I still yelled this morning.
So, I have no point to this post, except to be honest.
Thank goodness for unconditional love. I don't always deserve it, but I'm glad that I get it anyhow.