I Love My Kids, But Sometimes I Can’t Stand Being A Mother

10'000 Hours/DigitalVision/Getty Images“Why are you always so grumpy, Mama?” my five-year-old asks with wide, innocent eyes, as though my ragged mental state has nothing to do with her waking me up at night. For months, she’s been coming to my bed around 2am, standing over me in her purple silk bonnet and star print pajamas, an adorable but terrifying apparition.She is too young to understand that these interruptions erode my sanity, resulting in a less tolerant, more short-tempered me. Even when I try to explain, her fear of zombies overrides all logic. Still, the question hurts. I’m not alwa