Friday, June 24, 2011

It's not Brain Surgery.

 ...
Yesterday I was in a really mighty fine mood. And by mighty fine... I mean don't-get-near-me-or-even-look-my-direction-lest-I-breathe-fire-on-you kinda fine. Let me tell you, those days and a house full of kids don't really mesh.

By about 8pm this fire-breathing ray of sunshine was spent. And once I reach that level we all know what comes next, tears. Lots and lots of tears. Tired tears.

So as my husband sat on the couch ever-so-bravely attempting to talk to his weeping compadre that might maim him with eye bullets any moment, what do you know but that man starts to make some sense.

It seems that when we began to make a bucket list of "issues" I had with the day, the root of all the evils stemmed from exhaustion. So to get better--- I had to start with this....

Which of course would open the door for him to do this...

 And wouldn't you know... that made all the difference. Today has been incredible. And I didn't even attempt to insert this...
into my parenting.

Who knew, right?

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