Every day I wake up and say, "I will let it go. All of it. Nothing he does will matter, but my reaction will matter. Nothing deserves a reaction." And every night I lay here and apologize to my babies for being crazy-yelling-mom. I pray the next day will be better.Some days are, but most of the time it feels like one step forward, two steps back. My toddler doesn't handle change well. I don't handle my toddler well.
Tomorrow will be better.
