I'd Rather Not Remember

You know those lousy moments? Those times when you're so frustrated you want to cry? When your house is a disaster, the kids are non-compliant and unkind (too put it lightly), you've tried on half your closet and can't find anything that seems even remotely flattering, you have a million different things should do, but you don't want to and feel horribly guilty about it. You've been angry at your kids, you let your spouse down, you feel lonely, . . . basically you just feel like throwing a giant pity party?

Remember those moments? Well, I'd rather not. In a way it's comforting to read about other people's struggles. It can give me strength to know I'm not alone in it. That said, I still tend to avoid posting about the daily trials. Sometimes my blog might make it seem like I live in a pretty rosy place. It's true, I do. Just in case you were wondering though, I'm not exempt from those super-lame, makes me want to scream and cry, lousy kinds of days. I prefer, however, not to post much of a reminder of them.