Day: January 3, 2006

At 1 pm I was having a really good day. Not much since then is cause for joy. There was crankiness, overtiredness, tantrums, yelling, tears, and all that’s just from me. I am tired and burdened with vivid memories of how I failed my children today. They needed me to be more, better, different. I tried, I really did. I worked hard right up until I snapped, then I’d calm down and try again. Repeat cycle.

I need to find my happy thoughts. I’ve forgotten how to fly.

This morning I was so glad to send my kids back to school. After two weeks of vacation where we were all trapped indoors by rain, I was ready for them to go.

Now it is afternoon and they’re back home. Homework time is looming near and I’m suddenly remembering why only two weeks ago I was eagerly anticipating a break from school.

This has been a very rough school year so far. I’m hoping the second half gets easier than the first was.