Last night I felt the thanklessness of motherhood creep up on my tired spirit. I should have said, I love you all and good night instead of I'm leaving, find another mother. I didn't really say it, but I thought it.
The boys were separated again; one in my bed, one in his own bed. Lay down. I growled.
And then, I started doing push-ups and chair dips until I was sweating and crying.
This morning I felt better and the GOOD NEWS is I learned. I have 3 children all alive and healthy. I read a blog of a woman, who most recently lost one of her children. At least I am still enjoying the moments with all of mine. OK?
Of course, I know a paper cut hurts much worse in bed than during Jedi training camp and water never quenched so much. I didn't know 12 year olds were allowed to be so disrespectful all of the time, and unfortunately or not, my mom isn't around for sound advice on this one.
Last night the spirit left my home. The GOOD NEWS is I recognized it and learned what doesn't work.
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That is GOOD news!
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