*sigh*After a three year old tantrum I am calmly sitting here typing this...what was the cause of my tantrum?
Eggs.
Yes, I said eggs.
Christian used up the last of the eggs and I felt the need to get after him for it.
Is that necessary?
Absolutely not.
I am quite honestly tired of my stupid frustrations.
As I was throwing my fit I knew I was being ridiculous...and now here I sit feeling stupid and wishing I would calm down and stop being so crabby to everyone in my house.
Take a breath...
...relax. (Is that possible?)
Hopefully.
Deep down I feel that I am on the brink of calm.
I need to step back, breathe, and hope for the future. There's so much to be grateful for...
My sister text me the other day asking how I was. I explained that my week had been horrible and hopefully the next would be nicer to me. She told me that if the week wasn't good she would beat it up...it made me smile. So far she might have to get out her fists, it hasn't been that great...but I'm hopeful...
...today is a new day. It has the potential to being a wonderful day. The clouds in the sky are greatly improving my mood, yes I realize this is ridiculous, but I'm not ready for super hot weather!
