Yesterday I sat alone on my bed and cried.
Today I felt awful.
Both incidents were in relation to dealing with Micah's mischief and my inability to cope with the stress.
It is the toll of living with other adults in the house that sometimes frustrates and infuriates.
(I won't go into any details on this.)
In the end, my fuse is shortened because some things really get the better of my nerves. Then along comes my cheeky-experimenting- boundary-testing - four year old and trips off a time bomb.
Boy stomps off in silence and hides from her.
Emotionally I see how we are so alike.
Micah and I are both actually very sensitive. And often when bruised, we need to be coaxed and soothed. Then we are OK and can go off hopping like a happy bunny again. We forgive easily when some form of effort of reconciliation is made.
Unfortunately we were both bruised... so Mommy needed sometime alone to release stress, sit and cry for a while, and then go coax the other bunny.
We are usually OK within the same hour. And we will exchange out "I love you"s and long hugs.
These are the times I feel like I just want to pack a bag, grab my boys and move house.
Gadget-daddy's back at work, and
I need to get out of the house to have some space with "positive vibes" with my boys.