Ugly on the Inside

Lately I have been on edge. It’s like I’m tightly wound or something.

I feel like I could snap at the littlest thing. Unfortunately, my little ones have been hearing frustration pounce from my voice frequently, like a lion about to attack its prey. I don’t like how I’ve been talking or acting.

Why do I do what I don’t want to do?

I could come up with some compelling reasons for my short-fused speech:

Sleep deprivation A busy, bustling household A full summer schedule Control issues Sin

Let...