I’m mad at myself for keeping a messy house.
For taking both sets of keys last night instead of leaving one for Eric, through which stupidity I wound up having to leave and miss most of the PTA meeting.
For being stupid this morning with Eric, causing tension and unhappiness.
For the run that wasn’t what I wanted it to be this morning; for wussing out instead of digging deep for the last five minutes of tempo speed.
For not being able to disassociate and get that Sam is Sam, I am me, and his mistakes in school do not translate to personal failure in me.
For taking said mistakes from son personally, and for riding him too hard subsequently. (There is a difference between discipline and shaming.)
For not stepping up and being the ever-ready volunteer at the kids’ schools that I always thought I would be.
For the extra chocolate I didn’t need and didn’t even really enjoy, sneaky as it was. (From whom am I hiding?)
For not keeping up with so much that is important.
For being able to accept almost everybody else as at least good enough…except me. I’m never, ever going to be good enough for me.
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Me too, girlfriend, except that part about the keys, and that other part about the running.
But yeah, the rest of it.
Yep, besides the running, keys and DH issues (which I am never going to take full on credit for.
) – I could have written this! Though, I volunteered for YEARS for the olders and now wonder if I should not have said NO more often. Really, I got burnt out and too think I maybe should have worked or gone to school some of that time…ah, hindsight! 
Sounds like you’re having a rough day.
Sorry!
**hugs**
{{{{{{{{{Carrie}}}}}}}}}}
I hope your holiday comforts you and gives you a new perspective. Or buoys you up for the coming days.