for the first time in front of my difficult children. I've never done that. In the kitchen I just fell apart.It just all got to me. The events earlier this week, screaming, yelling, and being oppositional over every little thing. husband still out of town working. This morning: Horrible. Happy Mothers Day. Yeah, whatever...it s*cks. Son screaming at the top of his lungs at me, Daughter, and whoever, because he wasn't getting what he wanted right when he wanted. Daughter being a major PITA overreacting when things were not turning out her way. The worst of it is when they went after each other. Awful names, hitting each other, screaming. Over what? Good grief! Who knows? They are at each others throats 90 percent of the time. I feel so trapped. I hate being a Mom. Yes, I said it, I HATE BEING A MOM.