Bad mommy moment.

So I have been a little bit on the down and out the past few days. Exhausted. Junk in my chest. Congested. I wanted to take an hour yesterday after the kids got home from school to get some basic things done around the house, but every other minute somebody was crying or asking for something or needing my intervention, so I was slightly frustrated. I went to my bedroom and was going to allow myself to read for ten minutes to just breathe and relax and not one minute after opening my book Carter came in and said, "Mom?" I sighed and in an exasperated voice said, "What." To which he produced a flower that he had picked outside. I felt horrible. I scooped him up in a big hug and told him 'thank you'. What a bad mom I am. He could sense I needed a flower. What a sweet, sensitive boy I have. I am lucky.