Just weary
You know, I am not perfect. Far from it, in fact. I am also not terribly patient despite whatever image you have decided to create about me in your head. Most days I hold it together pretty well, other days, not so much. Sometimes the accumulation of little annoyances which get the better of me. Today was one of those days. One of the things you just don't think about when you are adding to your family and are busy and focused on many young children is the sheer length of time that is ahead of you. I've been actively parenting children for twenty-eight years now and still have six more years before the youngest turn eighteen. There are some days I am just weary. Weary of not being able to assume that something I have set down will still be there when I come back for it. (It rarely is.) Weary of still being in the routinely breaking dishes phase of life. (We lost another corning ware dish today. We now have three lids and one container.) Weary of having things just vanish. (A ne