And I don’t mean midnight.
Every day, starting at around 3:00pm, I turn into a witch. More of a bitch. I snarl, I snap, my patience is at an absolute zero.
All I want is quiet for an hour and maybe a book and a cup of tea. Unfortunately all J wants is to be as loud and active as possible. Just as my energy is ebbing, his is spiking. I have been an absolute bitch the past couple of days and I know it’s totally my fault and problem. J isn’t doing anything other than being a boy and I’m jumping on him for every single little thing. It’s exhausting and only increases my frustration. Nothing worse than being wrong and knowing it but being unable to stop yourself. Ugh.
My weekend away in Denver was fantastic. Unfortunately it seems to have only increased my frustration level at home. All the marvelous peace and quiet I experienced at the hotel only enhances the level of noise that seems to constantly emanate from my 3 1/2 year old bull horn.
I’ve been searching for ideas to keep me from my personal witching hour since an hour of quiet book reading and tea doesn’t look like it’s going to happen any time soon. The only thing I have come up with, so far, is to use 3:00 as my time to work out. It doesn’t exactly fulfill my need for gentle contemplation but it will hopefully get me past a lull in my day. That’s the hope any way.