It felt like I was drowning with my own thoughts, worries, fears, chores, and crazy hormones. I feel bad for my sons who have to put with my temper tantrums when I just could not take it anymore. It is really shameful. I wish I can be very graceful at all times throughout the day, no matter how exhausted I am. I plan to work on it. I will come up with tricks on how to keep my neuroses and stress levels at a minimum. This way, there are no lovable bunch casualties. Heavens forbid that I may terrorize and traumatize them with my squeals. I can really be that scary. Mea culpa!
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