Surprise! I love you!

Sometimes I am an awful mom. No, really, sometimes I am just the worst. I lose my temper on a semi-regular basis, no one ever has matching socks, and sometimes my kids get frozen yogurt for dinner. While this isn't the greatest point making list, the real point is, I fail sometimes. Tonight I had reached one of those epic failure moments. Over the past few nights, Hannalee has been coming down the stairs lamenting that she doesn't understand why I get to stay up and do fun things while she has to go to bed. Sometimes I lack the wisdom to say nothing better than because I said so. It doesn't work with her. So every night she has these monumental whine sessions of the unfairness of childhood. Tonight I had no patience for that so as I tucked them into bed, I basically threatened their lives that if they came out of their rooms and there wasn't any blood gushing from them or something like that there would be consequences. Well, Hannalee did come down at around 8:35 and I just lost it before she even said a word. I told her I was tired of the argument, and that I was the adult and I would choose when I would go to bed, so go to bed or ELSE!!! Yeah, well, that didn't make me feel too hot. But it did the job and I was feeling better about everything until I did finally come upstairs and this is what I found:

translation: Dear Mommy, I'm sorry for making you frustrated.I didn't mean to do that to you

I just want to tell you, but remember, this is not an argument, OK? What I wanted to tell you was that I really want you

to come upstairs at 9:30. If that isn't ok then that is fine with me, If you say yes, good. But remember NO argument

Sincerely, Hannalee PS. Could you sleep next to me? Turn -->

Can some one hand me a box of tissues? Kids humble me so much. I know that I need to have some time to recharge and be alone at night, but honestly, sometimes in some situations I need to stop and listen. I am missing the forest for the trees if you will. I am paying so much attention to what I should have, instead of what I do have. I am thankful that God is a better parent than me, and that he isn't to busy catching up on his Netflix queue to hear the real words coming from his Children's mouths. Surprise, I love you very Much.