Bad days happen.
Bad-mom moments happen.
I must accept this.
I am not perfect.
Most of the time I am not even half-perfect.
Mostly, I am just a very, very, very flawed person.
So when I get incredibly frustrated with my children for seemingly being deaf to my voice while they are sitting not even 2 feet away, and possibly react in a way that is not in the best interests of anybody in the house, I will breath, apologize, hug them, maybe cry, and realize that I am the perfect candidate for a Saviour and thank God that He has given me one.