To my son.
Little man,
Today has been a struggle. Struggle to get you to clean up your messes. Struggle to get you to eat your food. Struggle, really struggle, to get you to take a nap, get dressed, play quietly while mommy did homework, and to stop talking while mommy was freaking out about her car stalling.
I'm sorry for yelling at you, sorry that I lost my cool.
But, seriously, can't you give me a break?
Sincerely,
Your frazzled, short tempered Mommy
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