Monday, September 23, 2013


I hate those kind of days when the day starts out great but ends badly.

I hate when all I want is to spend quality one on one time with the girls, and I get buried in my to do list. 

I hate when I try to be patient but impatience wins.

I hate when I  snap and yell at the girls.

I hate when Mike tries to help in a very trying situation and I just get angry with him. 

I hate that I am almost 35 years old and still have the hardest time saying I'm sorry.

Thank goodness that tomorrow is another day. 

1 comment:

Simple, Graceful Living said...

Yes, so grateful that His mercies are new every day!

Hang in there, Mama!