I had a hard time liking my family today. It can be hard to admit that sometimes. That no matter how much you love your family, sometimes…my god…
My husband frustrated me with his continued passive aggressive comments…and the dining room ceiling that is still not done.
My oldest for being OMG.SO.13. Seriously.
My middle for being lazy with her homework.
My youngest for whining more than she should.
One cat puked. Twice
The other cat bit my ankle. Four times.
And yet – it was 60 degrees in a November, so we took a family hike to try to clear our minds and frustrations and attitudes.
And then I tried to take a 20 minute nap. But the cat wouldn’t get off me. He’s my least favorite today.
I love my family. My family loves me. And I know there are days they don’t like me. Just like today they really got on my last nerve.
Tomorrow is thankfully another day.
It’s okay to be honest. Life isn’t Instagram-Perfect.