Having the parental version of the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day?
My life will never be under control.
It won’t always feel like this.
Did you mess up with your kiddos and have to apologize?
I’m such a terrible mother.
Good moms mess up, say they’re sorry and work on it for next time.
Butting heads with your spouse?
We can never agree on anything.
We’re on the same team; let’s figure this out together.
There’s nothing I can do to fix this.
Maybe I need to develop a theology of busyness.
What we say to ourselves, the stuff no one hears, makes all the difference in the world.
What have you been saying to yourself lately?