Sorry about leaving that curmudgeony post up for so long. If I had files it would join so many others under the headings, “Monday” “PMS” “overcast” “tired”. That’s a little epiphany for me, an opening for grace.
Last year I started charting the really hard days with the kids and invariably they fell on an overcast day, right before my period, when Paul was out of the country – the basic ingredients of a Sad Oprah.
Once I noticed all the things that were contributing I was able take some precautions. At times, simply recognizing that all these things were at play gave me grace. This awareness helped me to interrupt the knee jerk judgments.
I am trying to get to the point where I simply acknowledge what is and then decide what I want to do about it.
It is grey again, the kids are hyper and fractious, it is the last day of school and I am tired from staying up late at a wonderful party but I don’t feel all het up. I am thankful I get to be the one to love and correct, to teach and to guide.
That’s what I am going to go do now.