I want to rip my hair out in shear frustration, but then I realize I’d look really bad bald.
I think I was crazy to have children, let alone four of them, but then I realize how empty life would be without them.
I want to pound something really hard, and I am grateful for my piano and composers who wrote really loud, wild music.
I want to kick something, and then I realize that no ammount of pain in my foot will mask the pain in my heart.
I want to scream and yell and pound the floor, but I don’t think I could handle the humiliation of being hauled away to the looney bin.
I wonder if I am really flunking bad in the school called mommyhood, but then my kids do something wonderful to help me know I must be doing something good.
I wonder if my nature really is divine, and I feel rather worthless and frustrated and I realize it is time to go pray.
Sorry to vent . . . it is just one of those days when the kids are more than I can take. It’s not mischief, it’s out right temper tantrums (even my 7 year), screaming, and fighting . . . and it is only 10:30 a.m. I fear it is going to be a long day . . . So I am off to search for that silver lining, because there must be one there somewhere. 🙂