I was short with my children as I was getting them off to school this morning. In fact, I probably made them feel like they were a hassle to me; when really, they aren't. They are truly fantastic, well-behaved, fun boys. I guess it's kind of prophetic that I wrote a comment to Mumsy yesterday about my imperfections in parenting. Sounds like apology time.
The whole grumpiness thing began when the alarm clock sounded at 2am ( okay, maybe a little later, but it was still dark outside), and my body said, "You should not have to be getting up yet." I've been fighting a cold or allergies lately and feeling some what weary. Anyway, as I got out of bed, I looked over at my husband, still asleep; and scowled. Wouldn't it be nice if he was getting up instead of me.* Of course, in my heart of hearts, I don't believe he can move the boys through the morning routine in as calm and conscientious a way as I can. He just kind of leaves them be to (imagine this) wake up and wander around all on their own, taking responsibility for their own clothes, school stuff, time, etc. When my better half did finally appear in the living area, I gave him the all telling silent huff treatment. Haha... that will show him. (I'm not sure he actually had a clue.)
Okay, so now you've seen a little more of my dark side and probably better understand the necessity of the "No Whining" button on my sidebar. The funny thing is I kind of made a commitment yesterday with some other women to be looking to see how God would reveal himself to me daily this week. Can I go back to bed and try again?
*You know all I had to do was ask and he would be up in an instant taking care of things.