Yesterday was not the best day for me. I was a force to be reckoned with. I look back on it today and I wonder who that person was who was walking around in my body, barely recognizable to me.
From the moment they woke until the second they went to bed, my daughters barely left my side and that in itself nearly drove me to the brink of insanity. They wanted to play (with me). They wanted to do a dance they made up (for me). They wanted to put a puzzle together (with my help). By 3:00 pm I was fried. FRIED. And I still had 6 hours until their bedtime. I had doubts that I would make it.
Henry and I tried to watch the Jets game with the girls. All was well until the first half ended and the snacks were put away. It now became a struggle. They didn't want to watch the game but they didn't want to go upstairs to play in their playroom. Why were they insisting on being with me? ALL. DAY. LONG.
I probably sound like an impatient mother, but trust me, I am anything but. We all know that time away from being a mom makes us better moms. I just haven't had a whole lot of that "me" time lately. I guess I need it more than I thought. Plus, I'm coming off of four straight days of cold and rainy weather that has kept us inside. Not the best scenario for a stay-at-home mom.
So, in light of my harrowing day, I'm making plans to do "me" things. Focus on myself a little more. After all, at this rate, it could be a long winter. I don't want a long winter.
Ever have days like this? I know, silly question.