i'm not proud to say it but yesterday was one of those pull-my-hair-out kind of days. the three-year-old was rambunctious and sassy and to no fault of his own, the one-year-old was ultra sensitive and clingy.
sometimes i think there must be a handbook for this motherhood thing. while i try, patience is sometimes in short supply. it wasn't long after lunch that i was tired, grumpy and mostly just feeling sorry for myself.
it was right about that time i wound up next to my bed praying and praying until i found peace. i walked out of my room with a new lease on the day and what should i find?
a wonderfully messy bedroom holding my two boys and their favorite books.
i guess i needed a little attitude adjustment.