Sunday Blues

Every Sunday I have this disorder – which I don’t know if it is unique to me or if other people suffer from it in the world, I like to call it my Sunday Blues Disorder – NOS. This Sunday it was more intense. I was upset with myself from slapping my son in the face, there is more grown up ways to handle things for sure. Patrick was very angry and irritate still. He had it in his head that he HAD to go to the store any store and buy a toy – any toy, and he had to do it NOW. He was not accepting no for an answer, and I was not going to change my answer. My Aunt Betsy came over to hem some pants and she couldn’t even believe how irritable Patrick was being. Let just say when 8 pm bedtime arrived I couldn’t have found anything to be more joyous about.