Sometimes I need time to myself. If I have no alone time my temper gets short. I feel sorry for my son, who I yelled at tonight because he would not go to sleep and let me do the same.
We worked it out, no thanks to me. I think he went to bed okay, I tried to work it out as best I could. I was just too worn out to figure it all out properly. I hope he is okay.
I am just exhausted.
Holidays are hard, physically and emotionally.
Just when I think I am doing swimmingly I lose it in the last five minutes.
I am tired and guilty- and I hate that feeling.
I have another Thanksgiving to cook for and attend tomorrow. I don´t feel good about it any more.