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 yell.
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.
4 comments:
can you tell me how you have learned to control your temper because I haven't figured it out yet!
I could have written that post myself. I'm so frustrated about myself and my temper. So annoying. Not a trait I like, but it is very hard to control. I'm a yeller too This summer is going to be a challenging one.
I could have written this. I too am a yeller. I am just loud in general. Its incredibly frustrating to be a yeller too and hard to quit.
I'm a yeller too, and I'm really trying to overcome that habit. It's especially challenging with 3 year old twins. I have to tell you that I used to be a door slammer too, until a couple of years ago when I slammed the car door in anger and the whole window mechanism broke and the glass slid down inside the door. That was a little hard to explain to my husband.
Joy Martinez
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