Here is what defeat is. I had to work a lot last week, and by a lot, that I did not get my usual days off. My house looks like a tornado has blown through. The dishes are piled high. The laundry all over the floor. Cat hair clinging to everything. That is what defeat is. And to top it all off, I have had zero patience with my kids. I mean zero. Every little thing has set me off. The only thing that brings the slightest bit of sunshine and hope is the fact that with all my flaws and inconsistencies is that fact that my kids still tell me they love me when they go to bed. That is unconditional love.
And tomorrow is the start of a new day. A day that hopefully will not defeat me.