No, I don't really believe that, just sometimes. Sigh.

I can't explain to anyone who doesn't know me well how having children has opened me up to the strongest emotions in years.

I love my daughters so very much. They are the light of my life.

Yet...they are also the closest thing on hand when my own mood takes a turn for the worst.

How can i love Mia so much and simultaneously want to smack her? Where does this shrieking monster come from that tears down a 3 year old because of her own inability to manage irritation?

It's like there's a person inside me saying "now kirsten, she's only 3 years old. yelling at her will only make her cry more and thus delay even further the putting on of the school uniform, thus making you even later than you already are" But that person has NO POWER over my physical body, it seems. Control over my body and vocal cords goes to psycho insane woman who should have been spayed.

I'm sorry, Mia. I'm so sorry.