I think we all have our days in which we feel like we could be the Mother of the Year and other days...well...you know. Thursday was one of those...well...days. I think my kids heard many, if not all, of the following... multiple times (and not in a soft, peaceful voice): WHY CAN'T YOU BE MORE CAREFUL?!! HOW MANY TIMES DO I NEED TO MOP THE FLOOR?!!! WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO LEARN TO OBEY?!! DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO MAKE MESSES?!! PLAY THAT MEASURE ONE MORE TIME!! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST FOCUS ON YOUR PRACTICING?!! I'M SO TIRED OF SITTING HERE LISTENING TO YOU MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE OVER AND OVER! Ya...you get the picture. It was a home full of anger, verbal abuse, mild violence, pouting, disobedience, and more anger. I was so happy when Andy got home (as were the kids). We had dinner, and I headed upstairs to finish folding the clothes. I didn't care what everyone else was doing. I just needed to get away. I came downstairs later on and Andy had everyone gathered together with popc...