I am a mother of five free-spirited boys. Often, I hear myself angry in the morning. Dirty dishes are piling up in our kitchen sink. The floor is messy from last night’s playing. The bathroom is filthy, obvious that it hasn’t been scrubbed for days.
I would often pass the blame to my boys. For this mother, they are insensitive, not seeing that their mom’s hands are always full. They can be real inconsiderate and just think of themselves.