I’m in a bad mood.  The Baby Hulk turned 5, and I’ve written two lines for his birthday post.

Two lines.

I literally can’t move beyond those two lines.  I don’t want to fake it so my poor little boy has no post.  Not that it matters to him at this point, but the lack of post makes me feel like a crappy mom.

I realize the lack of birthday post does not make one a bad mom.  It’s the rest.

The lack of patience.

The lack of desire to spend time with them.

I feel slightly justified, my kids’ behavior isn’t really stellar right now.  The Baby Hulk cries or whine every. single. day. over shoes.  Today, he cried because he saw two pairs of socks and couldn’t decide which pair to put on.  Instead of asking, he freaked out.  No David cries if you put his milk in the wrong cup or don’t give him enough banana.  There are only so many times you can deal with this behavior before you lose your sanity.

I am seriously wondering if my kids have one of the many conditions out there or if they are just really, really bratty.

I spend all my time with the kids.  All. My. Time.  Generally, I love this, but September has been difficult.  Really difficult.

I tried to read something to bring about a shift in thinking.  The reflection for today was to Embrace your suffering, kiss your cross.  To see the small sacrifices as a gift from God.

I’m not there today.  I don’t see the constant whining and screaming as gifts.  I’m burnt out right now.

Plus, I’m getting an ingrown toenail.  How can anyone be in a good mood with that?