Today was a great day! It made sense. There was the occasional wrong turn, or minor hiccup, but all in all, it was a great day! Woke up at six to jog...in the rain. Went to work. Taught my kids their first yoga lesson and read them the first chapter of Fantastic Mr. Fox. They played great together; it was nice to just observe them.
Then I came home... My sister has a little trouble with her anger. If she is upset or angry she bottles, with the exception of me. I am where she directs this anger, even if I had nothing to do with its cause. She just boils over at me if I ask too many questions, or the wrong questions, or if I make a mistake in her presence. She just looses it. Then, I become the wounded dog, who is forced to take it. If I create an argument out of it I'm doomed. So, I am thus, venting on a blog. My good energy of the day has been washed down the drain. I must now work extra hard to gain the good energy back before the day is out. What is wrong with this picture? Everything.
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