Not so Proud

I have been living in a war zone. I have an "issue" with how long it takes Tommy T to get projects done....so I decided to take the reigns and I started to hire a buttload of contractors to get everything done all at once.

The list includes a deck man, a dozen patio men, drywaller, masonry man, electrician, and carpet tacker downer. And yes....all but one came TODAY.

I was ready to crack when I was trying to figure out which contractor to pick to do our patio. So many bids, design ideas, prices, techniques racing through my mind. "it's your call...", said Tom on the phone.....with Bryce crying and Bradley jumpin up and down begging for me to microwave a Schwan's pretzel (which are the BEST!).

I cracked and did the classic "get out of my face before I have a panic attack" mom voice.

"Bradley, I need you to go to your room for a little bit....I can't take you in my face right now!"

Of course Bradley, recent "star" of my blog says "If you stop yelling at me....I'll give you a dollar"

(heart melting, guilt flooding, love oozing like Karah's mouth)

He got the instant apology and begging for forgiveness....and he obliged.

Bryce told me with his Stake President eyes.....that he did NOT approve of my meltdown.

(for the record....Courtney witnessed the entire thing and said that I was NOT yelling.....hee hee....he's just been a bit sensitive lately) for instance...the other day someone said something minor that sent Boo over the edge. He tore off into his room crying.

To which Karah says, "And HERE we go AGAIN...."

Anyway....an incident that I am not proud of. One of those motherly moments that you hope you can sweep under the rug of time and pretend didn't happen the way it did. But alas, I am mortally flawed. Thank you, Bradley, for settling me down and bringing me back to reality.....for being quick to forgive me of my undesirables...

and um, I think you owe me a dollar.

Halloween posting coming soon.....soon.....soon.....I pray.