It's been a long day here - a long couple of days. I'm at the end of my rope. Unfortunately, I took it out on the girls this afternoon.
As we were driving home from our errands - which were incomplete due to my haste which added to my frustration, L announces, "I'm at the end of my rope. I'm just so tired and I'm done." I replied, "I know honey, I am too!" Then L turns to G and says, "G are you at the end of your rope?" In her sweet 2 year old voice, G says, "Nope!!".
In a very sarcastic tone I pipe in with, "Oh I'm so glad, it's always good for at least one person in a group to not be at the end of their rope." L then says in the most sincere way, "Mom, I really think it would be best if the mommy is the one who isn't at the end of her rope."
I laughed until I cried. And somehow that provided the therapy I needed to climb up the rope just a little bit.
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