Wednesday. Hump Day. Middle of the week. Fall church activities start soon. At work, it's Cheesy Bacon Burger Day. Who could have a bad day on CBB day?
Apparently I can.
Why does Satan seem to start hurl his darts my way on Wednesday?
Why do my children choose Wednesday to irk my nerves?
Tonight I feel like a failure of a mother. I do.
I got into a power struggle with my dear daughter, and she won!
I totally flew off the handle.
Sometimes I wonder if the reason we were childless for so long is because God knew I'd be a horrible mother? Maybe I'm not meant to handle this.
hopefully Thursday will be better...