I Confess : I Lock Myself in My Pantry

I confess... There are days I want to lock my children in a closet.

I confess... I have never locked my children in a closet.  But I have locked myself in my pantry.  The garage.  Bathroom.  And my closet.

I confess... I have more patience for other peoples children and slim to none for my own.

I confess... There are times I curse, when I know I shouldn't, to emphasis the point I'm trying to get across.

I confess... When I was a kid I swore I wouldn't be so hard on my children as my parents were on me.

I confess... That hasn't worked out so well.

I confess... Our pantry is my favorite place to hide. Case in point...



I confess... My oldest son is behind in his 2nd grade learning and I feel it's my fault and I'm failing him as a parent.

I confess... I am notorious for complaining about my children climbing into my bed, but there are nights when they don't climb in that I go and get them.

I confess... I was a much better mother before I actually had my children.

I confess... Even though there are days all I do is scream and doubt myself as a mother, I wouldn't trade it for the world!

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