April 23, 2009
Yesterday, I phoned the Winder to confess my crappy-mom sin-nature. As mention in the post of yesterday, I had allowed Yahoo #1 to push a button, send me over the edge and lost it.
('Round here, capitalization is strategic. All caps are a BIG deal.)
So I explain it all to the Winder. I start out with blatant justification, move on to humble acceptance (of my behavior), and finish with prevention. "If I had gotten up to run, everything would have been fine" said I. "If I don't start the day out tired, I'm in trouble."
The Winder, in all 180 degrees of her genius, replies with: "Yeah. That's the thing about you... If you don't beat your mind up first, it'll get the best of you later."
True. So dad-gum true.