Humble pie was the appetizer on the menu tonight.

Feeling overwhelmed, tired, and ill, I was definitely not winning the Mrs. Congeniality award as I fixed dinner. And as is often the case, my two daughters took the brunt of my foul mood. 

So, as we sat down to dinner, I apologized for my grumpiness.

Trying to help me feel better, sweet Guppy said, “It’s okay mom.  I’m sure that any mother of three young children who doesn’t get enough sleep and whose husband is gone almost all the time is grumpy like you.”

And then the kicker. . . “In fact, I’m sure that some day, I’ll be just like you when I’m a mom.”

Oh, no. Not that.

Tomorrow, I’m determined to be the kind of mom I want my grandchildren to have.