Reflections

So, this is my first blog. I've started it because I think maybe I need to? I want to keep track of my thoughts and feelings and emotions. I'm not sure I want everyone reading them... that will remain to be seen but here I am. It's almost 11 on a Sunday night and I should be in bed but I slept in and I'm not really tired. Yet. Landry hit his head on the door earlier as Billy was coming out of the closet. I tried to get ice on it immediately. I picked up a washcloth by the sink and wrapped the ice in it only to find that it smelled like someone's butt! Or worse. I guess I said  a few choice words and had to go in the other bathroom to find one. There are too many details to share at the moment but instead of helping my husband took it personal and left. Our son has a knot on his head and I can't find a washcloth and you take it personal that I said it stunk? Once again I am in the wrong here. I have hurt his feelings. Just wanted to get it down on paper.