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Sep 30, 2011

Someday

Someday, I will know I have arrived at being the kind of mother I want to be when I can maintain my composure under stress.

The mother I want to be will understand in the moment that a son's misplaced soccer jersey doesn't matter one tiny bit, even if it is team picture day.  She will acknowledge that she did her best to plan and prepare, and then roll with Plan B when it appears.

Someday, the mother I want to be will not yell about stupid, stupid things and have to apologize to her kids for behaving badly.

Unfortunately, today is not that day.


*Sigh*
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