One of those mornings

February 3, 2009

I just began a beautiful, sunny day in a far from stellar way.

My daughter needed help figuring out a problem she’s having at school and what did I do?  Comfort her and calmly help her lay out her options?  Empathize and attempt to help her think it through?

No.

I got frustrated in a c’mon-why-can’t-you-be-more-responsible sort of way.

I feel like a complete jerk.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to hook up to God’s grace via IV drip.

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