It's 11:00 am.
Two kids are wailing. One is sulking. One has been whining all day. One had poor behavior that embarrassed me in a public place. Three are choosing not to obey immediately. One won't think past himself.
Today I'm fantasizing about kids who make me look like a stellar mom. Pride, though not a good thing, is a much more pleasant thing to feel than frustration and humiliation.
Back to the parenting trenches I go. I need to remember that wars aren't won in a day. I need to focus on today's battles.