I had a meltdown tonight. Ultimately, I feel terrible after one of my frustration attacks. Parenting is hard and sometimes it's harder than hard. When the house is a mess, homework needs to be done, there's no dinner, tweens are fighting and not listening and there's just a lot of noise, I feel like crying or yelling. Tonight, I yelled. Now I feel guilty and defeated. It happens. So, yes. I am holding on because my kids are awesome and forgiving and able to get on with life. They will continue to need my guidance whether I am tired and frustrated or not. My love for them makes me crazy. So, I'm writing to maintain my lite living. Live lite, live on.