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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