For the final event of the school year, my daughters Brownie troop hosted a mother-daughter tea, at the home of one of the girls in the troop. Now, this would have been lovely, except that the tea was not just any old tea. This tea was being billed as an etiquette lesson, and was to be led by an expert in etiquette and manners. Oy.
I would like todays Blog to address a comment a friend of mine made to me the other day. It went something like this: Erica, I have to tell you, Im losing my patience. Im yelling at my kids a lot lately. I cant remember the last time I sat on the floor with them to do a puzzle. Im short tempered with my husband. Im pulled in a million different directions, and Im completely frazzled!