I've been having quite a mental rollercoaster this weekend. Yesterday my patience ran out. Do you know, mothers do not actually have an unlimited supply of patience and tolerance? We are not superhuman. We occassionally reach the end of our tolerance even for the people we love the most. Today was spent in recovery of my patience. I spent about half of today burrowed into the bed and hiding from my family.

And now it's bedtime again. And I'm relaxed. And I'm ready to go curl up with my Boy for the night.