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A Rough Day

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Wrestling with Angels

It’s been a rough day. There’s no particular reason, really; it’s just one of those days, I guess. This morning at breakfast I found myself reaching for Facebook on my phone when the kids started talking about places they’d been with Dude. When they got up and I put my phone down, Dude made a comment about putting away the internets, and I teared up. It happened twice more today. I’m still feeling kinda down, […]

Bidding Farewell to Ms. Cranky-Pants (Or At Least, Trying To)

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Bad Habits / Family Ties / Mental Health / Parenting Skills and Spills / Wrestling with Angels

The realization crept up on me slowly, the way clouds slowly gather in front of the sun and you don’t realize until you look up and it’s dark.  I’m a grouch. And I hate it. In my family growing up, my parents were practically polar opposites in temperament. My mom was mostly easy-going, only showing temper on the rare occasion when she was truly pushed beyond the limits of her patience and stress level. My dad was […]