Monday was miserable. Some sort of hormonal hurricane struck me violently first thing that morning and I was too zapped of energy to get us out the door to go anywhere. And so we all stayed in the house and bickered; I was impossible to please, a real ... let's just say "bear" and I knew it. I tried my best to keep my mouth shut, and the kids from noticing the tears of regret and frustration falling steadily that whole afternoon. Last night, I watched the four of them sleeping and begged God to let me see another sunrise - for a new beginning. He obliged me and I was grateful, so grateful, in fact, that today we went to the park and the library. Thank goodness for all the untarnished potential in each tomorrow.
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