those things can take off a finger if you aren't careful

Yesterday I was snappish. Very snappish. When I am snappish I have no patience. None. Not for anything or body. I snapped at my poor children bunches of times. I hate it when this happens. I feel guilty forever.

They can't help it. They are 5 and 2. That's just how 5 and 2-year-olds act sometimes. Developmentally appropriate and all that.

I want to blame it on PMS but I have a Mirena and I don't really have any sort of recognizable cycle anymore so I don't know if that's valid. Plus it scares me a little to think it could affect me that much. But I can't think of any other reason for me to have acted so badly.

 I have a vague idea of just how blessed I am to have two healthy, happy little boys. I know many who have to fight a lot harder than I do for their babies and some never get them at all. Some little ones get sick or hurt and sometimes they die. I can't even imagine. I bet the parents of those kids look at me when I am ungrateful and feel a bit resentful. They should. They're right. How dare I feel grouchy about my almost perfect life, my completely perfect babies? So, this morning I prayed for patience but I also prayed to be more grateful  and I prayed that I wouldn't miss the important stuff by wasting my time on a bad attitude. And snapping.

P.S. I also snapped at my beloved but he just ignored me and didn't seem bothered in the least.

Photo from here.