Rarely am I totally pleased with myself

Every night when I go to bed, I lay there and reflect on the kind of "mother day" I had.

 

Rarely am I totally pleased with myself.

I always seem to lose my cool at least once, or answer a homework question with little patience, or even give too quick of a hug when they wanted a longer one.

I tell myself every night that tomorrow will be better, I will be better.

Sometimes it is, and sometimes it isn't.  

I just hope they will remember that the good times with their mother outweigh the less-than ideal times with their mother, by tons and tons. 

That is how I will remember these times anyway.