Room for improvement.

Oh, man. Yesterday was NOT my finest day of fatherhood, husbandhood (is that a word), or general human being-ness. I was irritable, prone to saying angry things, and generally miserable. And I helped everyone else be that way, too.

Admittedly, I’ve been stressed. It was pouring here in Montauk, we were stuck in a small studio, my main person at work has taken ill (possibly for the long term), and I was trying to get work done here under non-work conditions. (I won’t even mention my visiting father-in-law insisting we walk to a restaurant for breakfast in the rain. That made for happy kids, I can tell you.)

Shit.

We DID try to come up with some fun things to do. We went to the Riverhead Aquarium, which was okay. It tooks us two hours to get there, though. Hamptons’ traffic. We played lots of games. But my fuse was about a micron long.

I called a friend of mine, and he gave me this advice, in re: speaking in anger. He said to ask myself:

1) Does it need to be said?
2) Does it need to be said now?
3) Doe it need to be said by me?

Smart people, my friends.

Love to all. Even you, older lady with the monogrammed towel.