After writing that cranky blog post yesterday, I got even crankier.
I arrived home to a messy house, an older boy grumbling through his homework with the sitter, a younger boy asking for computer time, and both boys fighting with each other over I don’t even know what. That was the final straw. I slammed dinner on the table and screamed at them to eat before soccer practice. It was not my finest hour.
Soccer was cold. And dark. And long. But it gave me a chance to cool off.
I am hoping for a little less yelling tonight and little more smiling. Fingers crossed.