It’s been one of those days.
I needed to go out this morning to find something to wear to Tuesday’s job interview. It was my only opportunity to do it. So I went out with Kiddo and Little Mo in tow. The plan was to quickly find something, then head off to the library for some fun, quality mommy-daughter time.
Well, ladies, you know what shopping can be like when you’re under pressure to get something. Add to that two little girls who HATE clothing shopping and tend to behave badly after only about 20 minutes. Also in the mix is the fact that a conversation yesterday with a friend has been weighing on my mind.
And that, folks, almost ensures a cranky mood. I was impatient and cranky with the girls. And it seems like the more impatient and cranky I am, the more they test my patience. Because the crank almost always leads to guilt, which in turn leads to even more crank. It’s an endless cycle and I almost always end up hating myself for it.
Today was a less than stellar parenting day, my friends. I’m going to do my best to pull up out of it, but once I’m in this deep, it really feels hard to dig myself out.