See, as an ex-Hebrew School (assistant) teacher turned Liberal Catholic, I feel guilty even making a reference to a REFERENCE to a joke involving Judaism. That's how little I want to offend people.
Jeez.
Anyway: My wife is sick. And I was on the phone with a friend of mine, and I said: "Listen. I'm going to try really hard, right now, not to speak angrily with my children for the entire day."
Now, this might now sound like a big deal, but I've got three kids going non-stop, and they all of the energy that I HAD when I was younger, and they're smarter than me, and they get cranky and fight with each other towards bedtime, and... well... it's very hard not to be snippy.
I prayed what I always pray: "Thy will not mine." And I tried not to be a jackass.
And I made it. Barely. My daughter started yelling for me for the second time after I had just gotten her brother to sleep, and she was yelling for me just to tell me, AGAIN, not to shut her door. Which I hadn't, didn't, and wasn't going to.
So here I am. It's 9:55pm, and everyone's asleep. I'm going to go get the puppy, bring her for a short walk, then make popcorn and watch bad TV until 11pm. I've been up since 4:30, and I'm really tired. I know that I'm really tired because I had an episode last night, where I got up and was all crazy during the middle of the night, with utterly no recollection of it this morning. This happened a lot when I used to drink, and it was proven to be a weird brain thing ("night terrors") when I went to a sleep clinic in the 90's, but it happens a lot less now that I've given up alcohol entirely. Only when I'm really tired.
That, and my right eyelid is, like, VIBRATING.
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