Wretched Wednesday

I am not having a very good day. Let's look at this pretty rose from my Gram's garden and try to reach some zen.

 

 I have nothing. I had to resort to using today's blog prompt, which I kind of had to snicker at when I saw it:

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? 

 It's kind of niggling at the back of my mind that I have answered this before and I said I wish I was taller. Well, I have a different answer today. I wish I wasn't so quick and uncontrollably to anger.  My parents and family may have a different view, but I don't think I was a particularly volatile child.  In fact, until I was in my mid-20s, I kept most of my anger bottled in.  Sublimated.  That probably wasn't very good for me, either.  But it's harder when you have children - especially when one child legitimately makes me angry, and I lash out verbally at the uninvolved child because her toddler meltdown happens to intersect with Mama's warpath.  I feel like I have such a short tether these days between Willow's tween cluelessness and Piper's nascent independence.  And poor Andrew gets caught up in all of this, probably wondering most days just what to expect when I walk through the door.

I think I need to go snuggle with Piper.