In case you can't tell, I'm kind of a mess. I struggle to keep myself together every day so I can take care of the kids and get the important things done when all I want to do is crawl back in bed and shut the world out. A successful day is one that ends calmly with happy children and no blow-ups. Usually, I'm ready to put my head through a wall by dinner time, as evidenced by my snapping at the kids to be quiet and eat. I stop myself and count to 10 more times than anyone knows, apologize more than I care to when I don't stop myself soon enough, but I can get through most days without any major problems and the kids never know the horrible words or thoughts that go through my head. All they need to know is that I love them, in spite of their mistakes and imperfections. Even though I am very obviously not perfect.
