Look, I admit it.
I yell at my children when they’ve worn my last nerve.
I don’t like to do it but I find my patience is thin ever since Tom has left.
I worry sometimes that my kids will think back to their childhood and be all, “Growing up, my Mom was usually red in the face and ranting about how no one ever listens to her.”
The other day Natalie told me she drew a picture of me.
I was smiling in the picture.
Maybe I’m not as cranky as I think I am.
Or maybe Natalie was just being polite.