You have been a skeleton in my closet… and now I am going to bury you in an unmarked grave… Folks have said to me… “I didn’t know you were a yeller.” That’s because I only yell when there are no witnesses…
Except there are witnesses… and they are vulnerable… precious… sweet witnesses. They are the little ones who pray a night and thank God that mommy didn’t freak out today… or ask God to not let mommy lose it tomorrow.
So here is what I will do instead.
Instead of ranting about the mess… we will read a story or play game… then clean up.
Instead of letting anger explode on to those I love… I will whisper.
And if it feels like I can’t control myself I will walk away.