Some Mornings are Fighty

Today has not been smooth in the slightest. SO much fighting. SO much whining. I felt at my wits end by about 9:00am. I had used up a years worth of frustration and yelling by that point, and all endurance was gone. I was on fumes. My. Gosh.

Some of them just don’t go so well, and thats ok. Its been a rocky go over here for the last week and a half ish. Today has been particularly difficult, but thank the Lord it was Brady’s last day on a job, and he only had a couple of hours left. He finished up, ran a couple of errands, and came home. Unfortunately, he came home to everything I had been dealing with all morning. But he was gracious about it, and tapped me out.

Cher and I went for a walk and I was able to breathe some life back into my lungs. Or it might’ve been the wind, but it helped. I have a really nice quiet afternoon planned with Cher, and hopefully the kids feel better after their naps. Hopefully I do too.

Not the shiniest post today. I’m sorry, friends. Not all days are shiny or easy over here. There is still nothing but love. That doesn’t change.

I’m ready for lunch. Energy is dwindling hard.