Me & G @ Browns training camp, 2007, when I was still #1
Today has been a bit of a blur. Usually I like busy and productive days, but for some reason, this day has been rubbing me wrong. Let me re-phrase... not this day, but this evening. In particular, an hour of my life from approximately 6 - 7pm.
The kids and I had arrived home from some fun x-mas shopping, and it truly was fun. We marched through Target like we owned the place, and even stopped for pizza on the way out. As soon as we pulled up to the house, Grace switched from her usual sweet-talking, lovin' self into some type of, dare I say, teenager? She was bitchy, rude and mean to me. So after some time I became, what I feel was, mean right back to her. Yeah, nice move Mom. Treat a 4-year-old how she is treating you. Good, intelligent parenting at it's best.
I am sitting here writing this, trying to vent a bit, and my eyes are filling with tears because I don't ever want to lose my little girl, and I don't ever want to be any type of mean to her. Maybe I am just a bit worn down and I lost my cool so I'm being extra sensitive. That's it I'm sure, and tomorrow will be a better day, filled with rainbows, perfect parenting and my children loving me every second of the day.