Last week was terrible.

First, I had no helper. I was up to my neck with chores. Now they are quite easy to do but definitely not with a toddler running around and climbing on chairs and tables and sneaking out while I’m washing the dishes. Thank goodness my home is gated.

Then there was Frank, the typhoon. I was awake the entire Saturday night until early Sunday morning because the wind was howling like mad and it was just Alex and me at home. Then the electricity went out around 3am and things got even scarier.

Of course the stress caught up on me and I was the biggest bitch last week. Having no helper was bad enough, then I went down with fever and flu a few days before the typhoon hit, then there was this incident I’d much rather forget involving annoying characters from my past.

It was an awful, awful week and I became terribly demanding and insensitive. I can take the title of HRH The Queen Bitch with my behavior last week.

I was very hard on the two people I love most.

And Mommy is very sorry.