If you happen to be walking by my house these days, please plug your ears. I don't want to destroy the illusion that you may have of me. But here it goes.
I inherited a pretty nasty temper from my Father. When I was younger it would manifest in a lot of drama (ask my siblings, they'll tell ya), and scratching with my always long fingernails. I slammed doors (broke the frame one time) and screamed and cried.
As an adult, I know that those things are not acceptable behavior. So I don't do that. I want to, but I don't...well, not very often (the slamming of doors is a hard one to break...just feels so good!).
I am trying really hard right now, but I am having very little patience with the under 5 set in my house. The weeping and wailing and carrying on is making me crazy.
Maybe they are just having a really hard time now for one reason or another and maybe I just need to take them to get ice cream to melt all of their troubles away. Or maybe I need to make more cookies for them to scream and cry about.
Maybe I need to play more and clean less. Maybe I need to be sillier and less serious. Maybe I need to not worry about peanut butter in their hair and more about their sweet little souls. Maybe, just maybe, I need to listen more and yell less. Yep, that's probably it.
*I really love when I sit down to write one thing and something entirely different takes place and I have an epiphany right here on my little old blog. Good stuff friends.