So many things seem to go hand in hand.
This past week for me it is frustration and guilt. I was going to make a long whiny post about it, but most of the frustration has been left in the bathrooms and toilets I scrubbed today. I do find cleaning a wonderful outlet for my bad feelings. Although, with the way my house looks most times, you would think I was never frustrated.
Another strange pair I find with my kids is horror and pride. Let me explain.
Matthew was drawing a picture on the plane returning from St. Louis in the spring. He was drawing a picture of himself and singing away. I was very proud of him. Working hard, quietly, happily.
He added the anatomical features. Not so bad I suppose.
Then he added the horrifying part. He added relieving himself. I kept hoping that the steward would not walk by and ask to see his drawing again. Or to explain what it was.
Then he drew a thought bubble that said "Ahhhhhhhh". I had no idea that he even knew what a thought bubble was. And, I was oddly proud again.
Seems I can't have one without the other.