I feel so darn bad that I flared up again. I always do this when I am tired. I get cranky. I get testy. And then I flare up! It’s a bad habit of mine that I am trying for so many months now to put under control. For the most part, I feel like I’ve gained the upper hand in this temper problem of mine. But there are times when I could not keep it under control and would find myself about to explode. If I can still calm myself down, I do it. Last night, though, was tough for me.
I yanked her off the floor because she’s being boorish and a brat again. I made snide comments about his egging us to be angry over her bratty behavior. Instead of the night ending good for all of us, we all went to bed feeling dejected and hurt over what happened. And I feel terrible over the comments I said. I feel so bad about it that my head’s pounding until now.
We could all use an inch more of patience, I tell you. And I do hope that one of these days, we will be on that place where we could stop ourselves when we feel on the brink of a meltdown.