I have buttons...buttons that trigger emotion ie: relief, anxiety, anger. My children are beginning to discover them...my husband could draw you a schematic. He knows the spot on my thumb that helps diminish my headaches. He knows I don't like being told I'm wrong. He knows.
My babes seem to like reminding the people closest to them that they have made mistakes. That's a button for me and became their favorite pasttime Thursday. They're just learning, so the first few times, I ignored...the next time, I reminded them their jobs are not to tell people what they've done wrong...but after about the 13th time that day, I'd had enough...so at that point, I got a little wrong.
My bubble burst and out of the rupture oozed my irritation. On the highway at 60mph, no less.
My bubble burst and out of the rupture oozed my irritation. On the highway at 60mph, no less.
Within a half hour of that eruption, I unloaded on my husband...he hadn't even pushed any buttons...I just wasn't done spewing. Hot lava and ash fell on everyone that day.
I needed to tell him he was wrong because he spent money on something I deemed foolish. He knows now...that regardless of the hard work he does to give us all we need and more, he can't make his own decisions about spending $30. Am I right or am I right?
I really know how to make the most of the little amount of time we get to spend together, donchathink?
So, who's the fool? Who's wrong?
Don't answer that.
Anywho...I found this place near Sweet Man's office that has amazing light at sunset. I planned a little photo shoot.
I don't record videos of the kiddos very much...because instead of documenting the bickering and cajoling... with photographs, I can choose my own idyllic narration. Readers, feel free to do the same...add birdsong or giggling children to the soundtrack...actually, that is what we were hearing in addition to my shutter snapping. So, I can look at these and delude myself:: we hadn't had a no good, horrible, very bad day...right?
I needed to tell him he was wrong because he spent money on something I deemed foolish. He knows now...that regardless of the hard work he does to give us all we need and more, he can't make his own decisions about spending $30. Am I right or am I right?
I really know how to make the most of the little amount of time we get to spend together, donchathink?
So, who's the fool? Who's wrong?
Don't answer that.
Anywho...I found this place near Sweet Man's office that has amazing light at sunset. I planned a little photo shoot.
I don't record videos of the kiddos very much...because instead of documenting the bickering and cajoling... with photographs, I can choose my own idyllic narration. Readers, feel free to do the same...add birdsong or giggling children to the soundtrack...actually, that is what we were hearing in addition to my shutter snapping. So, I can look at these and delude myself:: we hadn't had a no good, horrible, very bad day...right?
Nope, doesn't work...I will probably look at these and always remember the day Mt. Momma blew her top...again.
Then I remember,
A thousand times I've failed
Still Your mercy remains,
And should I stumble again
Still I'm caught in Your grace.
2 comments:
You are a normal person, we have days like this. ((((HUGS))))
The pictures are so beautiful.
These are so fun! Mt. Momma--love that. Hope to see you while you're home! (are you going back after the weekend?)
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