Some days, I don’t feel like a wife to rush home to.
Instead, I feel like a spoiled brat. Like when I cry to get my way.
Or I feel like a lazy slob. Like when I forget to make the bed, even though I know it makes him happy.
Or I feel like an immature idiot. Like when I sigh and roll my eyes when he says something I disagree with, then feel proud of myself for biting my tongue.
Or I feel downright nasty. Like when I start saying how extremely tired, exhausted, tired, sick, tired, headachy, and tired I am an hour before bedtime. While wearing flannel pajamas. Hey, it happens.
Or I feel like an ungrateful turd. Like when I steal his gum. And his socks. And his good pens. Maybe I should look into this little habit.
I just thought you all should know this.
This Post is linked to Friday Fails at My Blessed Life