I woke up this morning with such a bad headache and facial pain and I felt pretty crappy (I am pretty sure it is sinus related - I seem to get a sinus infection at least every 6 weeks or so).
All was going fine until my little boy climbed onto my bed to put his shoes on and emptied a pile of sand from yesterdays escapades in the sandpit) onto my clean sheets. Well that was the end of my holding my temper - from then on, everything that he or his sister did was wrong and I just shouted and shouted. He couldn't find his shoes - I shouted at that. He wouldn't wear the pair he begged and pleaded for at the shops - I shouted about that. He could find one of his socks - I shouted about that too!
By the time I had dropped them off at their respective schools I had calmed down somewhat, but then I just burst into tears - how could I be so nasty! If I were Ewan, I would not want me as a mom!
Now that the decongestant and painkillers have kicked in, I feel a little better - but still absolutely guilty! I really do sometimes think that being a mom is just too huge a responsibility to contemplate!