Invisible Tolerance

The dogs are fighting. The baby is crying. My four-year old is throwing a fit because I want to watch ten minutes of adult TV instead of Noddy. There is this crazy, invisible tolerance line. The crazy part is it is in a constant state of flux. Yesterday, nothing phased me. Today... Don't even get me started on today.

It is days like this when I understand how a mother could harm her child. Not that I would. Never. But I do understand the limits. I do not empathise, but I do understand where the impulse lies. I have to remind myself that it is okay to need a break. It is okay to want a few minutes alone. Guilt always creeps in./