The day after Mother's Day was not my best Mother's...day. My kids were not acting out anymore than normal-but for some reason my temper and patience was a lot thinner. Funny enough I remember the same thing happening last year.
Well Tuesday morning was a new and determinedly a better day. There was bound to be a hulde or two-and when I came out of the shower I found that Tate had gotten a hold of my Mother's day flower and dumped it on my freshly washed rug. It must have been a test-but I was determined to be a little more patient and so we quickly cleaned it up and replanted it and moved on-leaving the bad memory of Monday behind us.
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