"It's not fair!"

I haven't been blogging too much lately. I'm tired. It's been a really tough couple of days here at Casa Twinkle. Grace is getting a bunch of molars and I think the front pointy ones (are those canine or incisors?). She has green goo coming out of her nose and is cranky beyond words. Sam has been waking up a lot during the night and trying to sleep in our bed. He's tired in the morning and pretty much wakes up in a bad mood. He doesn't listen. He argues with me. He puts his hands on his hips and screams, "It's not fair....NO!" with a foot stomp for added emphasis. He's got the green goo too.

I find myself yelling way more than I should. I keep blaming my kids. I mean, if they behaved I wouldn't have to yell, right? Wrong. I know deep down that it's not really about them. No matter how badly they are behaving, there's really no excuse for me having a tantrum right back. How on earth can I expect them to have self control, to not kick and scream when I act like a lunatic way too often? Did I mention that I have green goo too? Not running down my face and all over my sleeves like them...I guess if there's something to be thankful for right now it's that I have mastered blowing my nose....if only I could master my temper....