Thursday was a day to go down in the books. Quite possibly my worst day ever as mother. I know I'll have more and I'm lucky to not have many but man, when they come, they come hard. Yeva had a low grade fever for a few days and I guess I wasn't getting as much sleep as usual because I was feeling it on Thursday. I was just in a bad mood with no patience and everything that could have gone wrong did. I typically have quite a bit of self control and I am not one to cuss--at least seriously, I think it's trashy. At one point in the day I sent my good friend an email telling her how terrible my day was and that if Ale had picked up a cuss word it was totally going to be my fault from the day. Rach wrote me back to say that she too had had the day from hell and the Miles said Dammit for the first time. Ahhh, misery loves company and at least Miles beat Ale to his first cuss word. At 5pm my nerves were shot so I threw the kids in the stroller,grabbed a cheap bottle of wine from the fridge and headed to Kelly's house. I was warmly received, booze in hand, friend to listen, and children momentarily occupied. As I was putting Ale to bed that night and was praying I thanked God very earnestly that all days --the good and the bad---come to an end and we can wake up to a new start in the morning. On days like Thursday all I can do is kiss the little ones goodnight, love them to death, and hope they don't hold the bad days against me.

I am so grateful that I have the friends I do. The ones I can be myself with, the ones who know me on my very bad days, the ones who will challenge me and call me out, the ones who will commiserate when needed. Yes, I am very blessed with the women I do life with.