Adam sees this behavior and points out the flaws and i can't disagree. But i'm so far down the rabbit hole that i cant find a solution either. I'm going to try to breathe more and go from there.
Last night, i jokingly found two other options that might help as well. First, a generous margarita makes a lot of things better. Totally takes the edge off. Maybe one of those backpack style dispensers like at a baseball game would work? That, or moving back to 1950's england and smashing records that i've ripped from my phonograph mid-song. Can't hurt.
The fact of the matter is this: i have wonderful kids, a wonderful husband, a decent job and all three of these aspects of my life deserve a respectful version of me, without the short temper. I have my work cut out for me.
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