Some days are for living. Others are for getting through.
I had a whole post written. I was about to hit publish. And then I deleted it all.
This morning I woke up from a bad dream and my day got worse from there.
I stressed. I cried. I yelled. I threw a fit.
I wish I could keep myself together better when I get like this. I get so worked up when I can’t have control over every situation. When I can’t solve problems that pop up in my life, I seem to lose it.
Today I wasn’t the best mom. I was a bad wife. I was a bad me.
Tomorrow I need to do better.