My day had been pretty good. I got Tory to watch all 3 kids while me, Taylor and my mom went to the store. That was fun, care free, kidless, teasing my mom. After Taylor was at work though I got into a pretty sour mood and everything Eli and Liam did flatly pissed me off. Maybe I'm about to start my period. Pfff who knows. I hate these days. Where no matter what I do, I just get too angry and can't get out of it. I can't shake it. And my poor kids, who are just trying to learn how to act and live in this crazy world just kind of get in my way. These are the days where I need to throw on a cartoon, walk outside and say 'God just hit me over the head so I can get back in there and be the loving happy mom my kids need' but Liam never sits down for 3 seconds to watch shows and Eli would be shoving his face in Rowans who would be sitting on the floor screaming because her brothers are flying around her like little circus monkeys after they had a can of redbull. In all the majority of my day consisted of spakings. Lots of spankings. Yelling, then more yelling. Tory saying "jeeze your in a sour mood" and me almost rolling my eyes at her. Wow, I sound like a baby. In the end, I sat in my rv and listened to Eli and Liam, who were supposed to be sleeping, jump around on their bed shouting out that they were superman and batman and that their birthdays were happening and they were giving eachother imaginary birthday presents. All this to tell me "you might have a bad day, and treat your kids in the not so greatest fashion, but in the end they love you and will forget the bad times and revel in the good" shrug off this bad day, tomorrow will still be sunny.
