God is mad at you, Katie.

So kids say the darndst (sp) things. The other day I called the 4 year old that I nanny a "punk". She responded by telling me that God is mad at me for calling her names. I laughed. But today feels like she may be right. Somebody doesn't like me up there right now, which I don't blame anyone for after the explicit I uttered after backing into someone's car while I was driving my boss's car. I feel like nothing goes right for me sometimes. I get so moody and impatient and I take it out on the kids. It just proves to me that it is good that I am not married, that I'm not ready to be a mom now, I'm not even ready to be me.