Last night I was tired and cranky and I had a headache. And I took it out on my children. My son said something slightly annoying, and I blew up. I started yelling at him about God knows what, and at my daughters who had the misfortune to walk into the room at just the wrong time. After ranting about nothing for a solid two minutes, I realized that I was acting insane and left the room to cool down.
Just when I was starting to feel really guilty for my ridiculous behavior, my son came in.
"Mommy, are you OK?"
"You have nothing to be sorry for. You didn't do anything wrong."
Silence. Then- "Ma, can I ask you something?"
"Are you going through a midlife crisis?"
This morning, I apologized to him and to his sisters. And then I went to the supermarket and bought them a big bag of chocolate bars.
Well, what would you have done?
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