I've said it before in a previous post, but this past week, when Steve was gone, I was not a good mother. And I know, this is where someone says, "No, no, give yourself a break...", but seriously, I was not a good mom. Even though I knew all of the potential pitfalls going into a week without Steve, I still fell into every single one of them.
I was impatient, demanding, mean, hurried, with only a few moments of sweetness in between. I had a couple of brief moments that felt like fun, mommy/daughter moments, but as soon as my schedule got a little stressful, I turned into a not nice person and the girls bore the brunt of my stress.
I get an email everyday that offers encouragement to moms; it's an incredible website that is so very honest and godly and uplifting.
A few days ago, the topic was, "Is Motherhood A Burden?"
You are highly favored. It was exactly what I needed, and such a blessing to my soul.