Well, that went well.
If by “well,” I meant “I fucking blew up and screamed at my kids not twenty minutes after hitting publish.”
I was horrible. There is no excuse. I honestly, truly do not deserve such a fine family, and they would be much better off without me. That is not an exaggeration.
So, how was your weekend?
Today, my one goal is simple: to count to ten.
I need to count every time a child talks back, or pounces on a sibling, or grabs a dog’s tail and yanks.
I need to count when another driver cuts me off, or a box of cereal gets spilled on the floor, or when confronted with an obstacle that I’m not expecting after I’m already exhausted from climbing hurdles all day.
While counting, I will breathe. In. Out.
To make all this easier, in my head at least, I shall count like The Count..
It’s nasty, cold, and wet outside. But I went for a run.
I didn’t melt.
I didn’t freeze.
I did run 3 something miles. And now I’m gonna curl up with my kids on the couch, watch the Family Guy Star Wars show (“your powers are weak, old man”) and eat chocolate.
