I’ve laid my head down, feeling exhausted, finally at rest.
” I shouldn’t have yelled at the kids like that.”
” It’s just a house…why do I get so angry about a messy house? Why do I take it out on the kids?”
” I should’ve made Susie go and brush her teeth instead of letting her win and go on to bed.”
” I wonder if they’ll look back at their childhood and think I was a good mom..or a mom who nagged constantly about a dirty house rather than sitting and cuddling with them?”
Hmmm…doesn’t seem very restful.
As a matter, these thoughts keep me pretty exhausted even when my body is at rest.
We, as mothers, beat ourselves up every day.