I'm in a weird head-space today. I feel anxious and sad and like today wasn't my shining moment as a parent.
I hate when the last thing the kids hear when they're going to bed is me yelling at them. Went back up to apologize, and Simon and Scarlett were already asleep, so I laid down in bed with Gavin and told him I was sorry for yelling, with his little arms wrapped around my neck.
I know as a parent some days are good, and some are bad, and it seems like it has been a while since I've had a bad day, so I guess I was due, but still, I feel like a shit.
On the Biggest Loser tonight, Dolvett was talking to a contestant about how she approached everything from a place of worry and fear. That is so much how I am, and it gets tiresome. If there is anything, no matter how trivial, to worry about, I will. It's one of my least favorite traits about myself, and if I could figure out how to change it, I would in a heartbeat. I have made myself sick with worry so many times, and it seems like the older I get, the worse it gets.
Blah. And now I've just barfed all over this post. Well, I guess they can't all be sunshine and rainbows, can they? Here's to a better day tomorrow. Linking up here. Shirt: JC Penny Pants: Zara Shoes: Naughty Monkey Necklace: Gift BlahBlah, Shan
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