Man, I yelled at my kid last night. Not just a quick loss of temper, either. More like a bark. I'd been using a Scooby Doo voice for about 2 hours straight for her, and I decided it was time to give my vocal chords a rest. She did not concur. A long day, a week of illness, and setting the clock back messed her all up, so she was pretty tired. I failed to recognize just how exhausted she was, so when she threw a fit when I stopped doing the voice, refused to turn off the TV, refused to brush her teeth, refused to pee, and refused to go upstairs to bed, I just sort of lost it and literally barked at her. My sister heard it downstairs in her apartment. Dang. The Fruit of the Spirit is self control, right?
I woke her up this morning and started the Scooby voice right away. From getting dressed to making her lunch, to putting her in the car, I stayed in character. She forgave me, man.
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