You know that moment when you realize you’ve turned into a hideous version of yourself, like you’re some mad barking beast poised to devour your possibly innocent yet oh-so-aggravating children? Yep. I know that moment. I call them my mom fails.
We’ve all had a mom fail or two. And we’ll inevitably have them again, maybe tomorrow, or today. These shameful grown-up tantrums, sparked by any number of catalysts—disobedience, dawdling, our own touchy exhaustion, you name it—are sadly common among the mother set. But that doesn’t make them any easier to bear.
How is an otherwise sane and loving woman supposed to handle the aftermath of her weakest, ugliest moments? Join me today on The Better Mom where we’re exploring this question with equal doses of encouragement and wisdom.