Am I a Martyr or a Mother?

Today has been a walking meditation. Bela woke me up at 5:00 a.m. and, unable to get her successfully back to bed by 6:00 a.m. when Griffin woke up -- also WAY too early -- I gave up. I was not content, however, to simply greet my two little sunshines with a smile and bowls of cereal. I bitched. I threatened. And, inwardly, I felt very, very sorry for poor little ol' me who didn't get enough sleep ... and guilty that I was being so very, very undisciplined. Until I began to incorporate a few of the habits I've learned from meditation. As each negative thought would bubble to the surface, I would label it and then let it go. That "poor little ol' me" bit? Martyrdom. Goodbye, martyr!