Then it happened. The car went pin drop quiet.
She said in the smallest, sweetest, calmest voice "Mommy, are you mad at us?"
I felt like an ass and wanted to cry. My kids are so happy and so full of life and I was so wrapped in my own crap I didn't want to be bothered. I responded "No, mommies never mad at you I just wasn't thinking. I apologized." She said ok and went right back into 20 questions.
I let my stuff spill out on my kids and I am so sorry for that. They really are angels and my greatest accomplishments. I would hate to let my fears and worry screw them up. So I've been trying to make a conscious effort to not let my stuff (fear, doubt,frustration) come out on others. Its just not fair to them and it doesn't show my true self.