Friday, October 23, 2009

Upstairs

Oh no.

I can hear my neighbors.

No, not doing THAT.

Yelling at their kid.

"Lay down!" "Put that down!" "Be quiet!"

Which means I can be heard.

And I've been real short on patience with my kids this week.

And have yelled.

I don't want to be judged on what I've said to my kids the past few days. Because I'm not usually that kind of parent.

Perhaps it is horrible to say that not wanting to be heard is a reason for trying to be a better parent. Perhaps.

But mostly, it's a good reminder that who I am really am is who I want to be around all the time.

Even when I've lost patience....

2 comments:

Jen said...

Yeah too bad they can hear us saying softly, "great job sweetie! I sure love you!"

I'm sorry you've had a rough week!

Anonymous said...

When I was at BYU, I could sure hear a neighbor wife yell at her children!!