Sometimes I’m a grump. I mean, a huge grump.
Nothing feels like it’s going my way. I just feel OFF.
I haven’t washed my hair in 5 days.
The trampoline that we ordered 2 months ago was just delivered for the 3rd time, and it’s still not right.
The scowling faced customer in front of me at the coffee shop is taking for holy ever. And ijustwantcaffeine.
I’ve heard some little person say mommy 482 times today, and it’s only noon. And. I haven’t brushed my teeth.
The garage freezer was left open all night and I’m staring a huge puddle of water on the floor.
Like don’t talk to me, don’t look at me, and surely don’t try to speak to me.
And then, I think of love. I stop. I breathe. And I think of love.
Only love today, mama. Love for your babes when they push allllll your buttons all the day long.
Love for the customer service rep when you’ve already explained the problem 10x and they still aren’t hearing you.
Love for the person who isn’t so nice in the Starbucks line.
Love for YOURSELF when you make mistakes and mom guilt creeps in. Love is the remedy. It just is. #preachingtomyself