Ever have one of those weeks? Well for whatever reason my number was up this week. And I'm not proud of the way I responded.
This week I lost my patience. With my kids. The dog. And the Air Force.
This week I yelled. At my kids. At the dog. I yelled.
This week I hid in my room more times than I want to count. Not because we were playing a game but because I needed a minute to myself without someone needing something, whining, or crying in my ear.
This week I cried. Not only by myself but in front of my children, but over Skype with my poor husband who wants nothing more than to be home.
I wasn't my best self and for that I'm not proud of.
See, although I like to keep things lighthearted on here I am at the point where I can admit when I was wrong, when I didn't do my best.
This week Brian was gone. He's only gone for a week but things were a little crazy. Layla was sick. I pulled something in my back and was barely mobile for a couple of days. We had a snow day and were trapped inside. We were extra, extra crabby for some reason and were testing my patience at every hour, every minute of every day this week. I kept telling myself just make it through the next couple days and then he'll be home.
And then his jet broke down (of course) and he gets "stuck" in Greece. And sends me a picture of his surroundings.
This was his view. Rough.
And this was my view. Not sure what's worse. Layla crying her head off or Caillou on tv.
And then the jet gets fixed but they have to stay in England a couple extra days. So he gets to go sight-seeing in Scotland. To which I couldn't help but think that I sure get the short end of this stick.
Or maybe not. I mean, what's more fun than cleaning up spilled milk?
Sometimes I have to take a step back and cut myself some slack. Military life is hard. Life with small children isn't always easy. I solo parent more than I wish to. We're away from family and this life is stressful.
I got a break today for an hour to get some errands run and I had some time to reflect, regroup, and refresh. Not all weeks can be perfect and although I didn't act the way I should have this week, I know that tomorrow is a new day, the start of a new week, and I can and will do better.
Because these sweet angels,
(most of the time)
They deserve it.