Therapy

I can't help but reflect on what my father has said to me this week. His comments keep running through my mind. Am I a bad mother? Am I a bad wife? Am I as horrible as he says I am? GAH I hope not. I'm sure I am hard on the boys, harder than I should be. I do yell. I do spank. I do procrastinate my duties. The kids do drive me nuts from time to time. All this doesn't change the fact that I love them more than I can ever describe and would do anything for them (within reason of course, Colton did recently ask for a real parachute to jump out of a plane). I bathe them, I feed them, I play with them, I help them with things they want to do, I talk to them, the list goes on... What am I forgetting!? I don't understand what I'm doing wrong here. I want my children to be happy, fun, caring people. What am I doing wrong!? It is obvious I'm in need of some therapy at the moment. BUT I can't afford therapy, so I have this blog......