Why is it when my mood is most sour, my kids do everything in their power to irritate the crap out of me?
If I am in a decent, or even a good mood, my kids are angels. They mind their manners, clean up their messes, and rarely fight. On the other hand, when I am feeling ill-minded, they seem like four little terrorists making every effort to sabotage my own efforts to find peace. What is up with that?
I think it comes down to the negative air around here. Content breeds content, and hostility breeds hostility. There is my aha moment for today.
The past month or so has been terrible for me. I battle daily with thoughts of running away, ending my marriage, leaving my home and my kids, and sometimes ending my life. It has been a struggle for me to just get through the day. Throw a little stress in there and I’m done. You can find me on the couch with my pillow and blanket curled up into a ball. Yep, that’s my day.
Pole dance much? Why yes, yes I do.