Well-Done

Lately, I've been reaching my boiling point.

It typically happens around 5:30 p.m. The scenario at our house goes like this, Grant is hungry and needs to be nursed which requires me to sit down for atleast half an hour. Laura is tired and since I'm sitting down somewhat immobile, the acting out begins. Jim is not home yet. And frankly, I'm tired of being a mom, a cook, a maid, and a disciplinarian. My boiling point is reached. Once Jim comes home, my mood is sour and all I want to do is inwardly fume.

I can't say that I am proud of myself. I want to be the person who can greet my husband with a smile and handle my children with grace and patience. We obviously have a lot on our plates with our upcoming move, my sleep deprivation, and transitioning Laura to not being #1 anymore. So, my prayer as a mother of two young children is that I will exhibit myself with calmness, patience, and love.