Thursday, January 13, 2011
I can sense it happening, quickly moving towards the inevitable. The set mouth. The clenched hands. The realization that things are not going to go as planned. But it's not one of them. it's me.
I want to scream. I want to growl. Yes, growl to show my displeasure. I want things to go my way. Why can't I have a tantrum? Although socially unacceptable (and for very good reasons), there is a certain cathartic appeal to one. Instead, I become silent. I breathe deeply. I may even step around the corner for a moment. Then it is back to getting little bodies ready for the outdoors. Eventually, I accept the new plan for the day. Time helps. Writing helps.
So does chocolate frosting.
Posted by Tara at 8:54 AM