“Thanks for not yelling.” He shuffles from one foot to the other. “I mean, you don’t usually yell real loud, but we don’t usually mess up this bad, and you’ve been really mad lately. So, thanks for not yelling.” And with that, he runs off behind his sister, and I have to take a minute to myself. Yeah, I’ve been mad. I’ve been frustrated. And as of right now, I’m going to stop taking it out on my kids.
