I'm feeling sorry for myself tonight. I'm sick with a cold and I forgot to take my R.A medication this morning, so my hands hurt like crazy and are almost, but not quite, useless. Getting India ready for bed like this, is a great exercise in patience - of which I am sorely lacking. After kind requests, stern warnings, all out threats, I yelled. I rarely yell at her. It makes me feel terrible, and it only sets her crying, which is really no progress at all. I apologized to her, and told her I was feeling grouchy. And that kid, that beautiful kid of mine, took my hands and said, "I'm sorry your hands hurt, momma," and she kissed them, with her skinny, little girl lips.
She's so good to me.
I have so much to learn.
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