Ever get to a point that you're not sure how you got there?
I love my boys, I really do.
And now here comes the "but" that Dr. Phil says negates what was just previously said....
Sometimes I wish for some peace and quiet. There's only so many tantrums, fights, times being hit, yelled at, punched, kicked, etc., before you say...I wish I was left alone.
There's a commercial, I think IKEA, that the mother says someone needs a time out, and then she retreats to her quiet, pretty bedroom.
I feel like that lately.
I try so hard to do my best at work, and get kicked in the gut figuratively, only to come home and try to be a good mom, and get kicked in the gut literally.
What do YOU do when you need to chill out?