Have you had a bad day?

Holy cow! With Christmas so near and life so exciting, aren't kids supposed to be wonderful and happy? Well last Saturday, they weren't, and so neither was I. Jared was gone on a camp-out with the scouts which meant that I had all the kids by myself for nearly 24 hours. I know I sound like I am whining, that's probably because I am! Friday night came and went fairly uneventful except for the usual disagreements and arguments that kids have. Saturday started out as a full out war, kids fighting/hitting/wrestling/biting/teasing/taunting/you name it. I had had it. Needless to say, I did a little (okay, a lot) of damage to my cell phone when it was launched across the kitchen when yet another fight broke out between kids. I'm not proud of it, but it felt really good to see something explode. I ranted, raged, had a really good cry (am I pregnant or something) and then felt a little better by the end of the day. I've never been so happy to see my husband in all of my life! It was just a plain old crappy day. I'm grateful for new days and new beginnings and that kids memories fade after time because I totally won the meanest mom award that day (and Bailey let me know it too)! I really am grateful for kids that are so forgiving.