Bleh

I'm having one of those days. The ones where you finish the day off by banging your head into a wall because of all the things you wish you could do over. Like screaming at your toddler to leave the kitchen, just so you could open the oven. Or forgetting that small children have no concept of time. Never tell them that you're going somewhere later, they only know now.

The good news is that small children are often very forgiving. After about the tenth time I'd lost my patience with my children, my daughter brought me a flower she had picked. It's nothing special, just some little weed she found. But her intent was to make Mommy happy again. We both said we were sorry and picked blackberries. And somehow, that's enough. Just a hug and an apology and all is well again in the world.

Oh to be that little once again.