What I'm Working On
I was having a terrible morning yesterday. The kids were not listening, or paying any attention to getting ready. We have been doing this for how many years? You would think they knew the routine and would just do what needed to be done! Needless to say, I had to get after them. I thought I handled it pretty well.
We ran out the door. Dustin slept in so I wasn't able to see him. I called him when I got home. I told him that I loved him and sorry I wasn't able to give him a kiss good-bye. He said, "Rough morning, huh?"
I said, "Yeah!" I went on to grumble about the kids.
He interrupted and said, "You know, you need to be a little nicer. You get all bent out of shape. Nobody wants to do anything for anyone when they are not being nice." I was a little taken back. I was ready to lay into him. It was the pot calling the kettle black, I thought. I bit my tongue. He was right.
I just quietly replied, " You're right. I know. I'll work on it."
So I'm needing some pointers of how to contain my composure as my children willingly disobey, ignore, and tune me out. Any suggestions.? I need some lessons on being kind.
I find this post ironic to my last post!
We ran out the door. Dustin slept in so I wasn't able to see him. I called him when I got home. I told him that I loved him and sorry I wasn't able to give him a kiss good-bye. He said, "Rough morning, huh?"
I said, "Yeah!" I went on to grumble about the kids.
He interrupted and said, "You know, you need to be a little nicer. You get all bent out of shape. Nobody wants to do anything for anyone when they are not being nice." I was a little taken back. I was ready to lay into him. It was the pot calling the kettle black, I thought. I bit my tongue. He was right.
I just quietly replied, " You're right. I know. I'll work on it."
So I'm needing some pointers of how to contain my composure as my children willingly disobey, ignore, and tune me out. Any suggestions.? I need some lessons on being kind.
I find this post ironic to my last post!
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That is just how parenting goes. My personal journal entries go back and forth like this post and the last one.
As I was reading your "thought" on the sidebar, I thought it described Larae Merritt.