I remember when I was little and probably misbehaving more than usual that my parents would be grumpy the whole day. I would lay in bed and think about it and wonder why they were so grouchy. In my young mind they had it made. Got to do whatever they wanted, got to tell me what to do all the time AND they got to stay up late!
Fast forward 20 some odd years...
Today was not a good day. Not one bit. My fuse was short and my patience were none. My head hurt, my brain hurt and my feelings were all over the place.
It sucked. Big time.
I did more fussing at the kids than I am willing to admit to.
It was just one of those days.
So, at the end of it. After the kids were all tucked away in bed I took some deep breaths.. swallowed my pride and went and talked to each of the kids. I told them that I loved them and would never, ever stop. That I was sorry I was such a grouch and that I was having a bad day. I asked them to forgive me and they all did (well.. Nathan just hugged and kissed me, so I think that means he still loves me, too). Hugs and snuggles were exchanged and hopefully a lesson was learned by all.
That mommies have bad days, too. And when they do.. they still love their babies and should never let their babies go to bed thinking otherwise.