…they didn’t actually wait until I finally sat down before asking for a glass of milk…it’s just when they remembered they were thirsty
…they didn’t mean to smush them into the carpet…blueberries are roly-poly little buggers, hard for little fingers to hold, easy for little feet to step on while trying to pick them up
…even at 41, I get cranky when I’m tired, too
…they inherited that flash temper from someone and it wasn’t Real Man
…I don’t like everything I make for dinner, either
Last night was rough and I just need to remind myself that I’m the adult, sometimes, and that long days at the beach make for tired, grumpy kids around dinner time. We yelled, we talked, we got through it, we moved on.
But I hate when we fight, even though I know it’s perfectly normal. It just makes me sad because I remember being at the kid end of being yelled at and it never felt good.
So, I make my list of reminders and hope that next time I can reflect a little before jumping into the yelling. Cuz that’s no fun for anyone.
Young or old, we are all human. We are forgiven.
Comment by Sylvia sandy seyer — July 3, 2013 @ 10:01 pm |