Today
Last night, I went to bed feeling like a total loser, and, this morning, I woke up feeling better. Just like that. Elijah was staring at me with a big smile on his face when I woke up. It’s hard to keep feeling like a loser when his sweet, smiling face is the first thing you see when you open your eyes. My kids are great that way. They can make me so happy that I feel like I’m going to burst with pride and joy and thankfulness that they are mine. Of course, just yesterday, Kyra contributed to me feeling like a total loser when she took off her own dirty pull-up, covering her legs in poo, and I got mad at her. I hate when I get mad at my kids. It makes me feel so…bad. If I lose my temper and raise my voice at her, I feel like the scum of the earth. I hate to be yelled at so bad, so, even though I don’t yell at her, when I raise my voice at her and she knows I’m mad, I feel so bad. So, that was my state of affairs last night, and today, magically, my slate was clean. Kids are good that way.
