My life lately was full of frustration. Perhaps because my expectation was so high. I hoped that my boys would keep their room clean. And I anticipated they would keep the house in pristine condition just the way their mother does it. I also assumed my husband would be extra loving to take care of the cooking while I still regain my strength from my recent Cesarean section.
But I was frustrated. My frustration turned to irritation and rage. And it affected my relationship with my family.