The journey begins

[ClingingToHope]

I'm extremely disappointed in myself today. D7 was pushing all day -- it's hard to explain everything -- and D11 was pouty and whiny and ... I just lost it on a couple of occasions.

Perhaps I was tired or I've been looking forward to this week for several and wanted everything to go perfect and it didn't. And then as the day drew to a close and I was getting ready to take them to W's I felt such remorse. It's just so hard to discipline because I can imagine them sitting there saying "daddy yelled at us."

I know the game. My parents divorced. I also have had them tell me when W loses it with them and I felt --- relieved.

What sucks is we were pretty good teammates as parents. Not great. But pretty good. When she'd get at her wit's end I'd try to help and vice versa.

Now it's all about competition -- who is the cooler parent.

Still, no matter how bad it gets, I should not yell. There has to be a way to handle it without yelling.

I think today I was in too much of a tight timeline -- which is stupid since we are on spring break.

I pick them up tomorrow at 8 a.m. and we're going to swim at the Y. I'll get the packing done tonight. It's just one bag.

Week 3 of Financial Peace University -- budgeting. I'm going to attempt this. I've resisted because I didn't want money to get in the way of GALing.