I know I posted once before about "daddy Hangover days" when he reluctantly goes back to work and I am left with two sad little boys. Unfortunately it has progressed into what I now refer to as TERRIBLE TUESDAY! (cue horror music for effect NOW!)
Yesterday it went so far that I was honestly questioning my value as a mother and wondering if my children would be better raised by strangers in a day care setting so at least then I could go back to work and provide some sort of benefit to my family. Pnut told me " I don't like you. I am going to cast a fishing line at you with a hook with no bait on it." Ooooh that hurt. Actually it did hurt.
Luckily this was also one of those days that I realized how truly blessed I am to have the support of family. Grammie took Pnut off my hands long enough that I could gain a little perspective, have a little chat with the Lord and spend some quality time with my Spud, the son that still likes his mother.
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