Lent

Today is the first day of Lent. I didn’t even really realize that until yesterday when I heard something on the radio about Mardi Gras. It seems too early for all of that. And I don’t celebrate Mardi Gras or really even Lent, although I do celebrate Easter. Sometimes, though, I think it’s a good idea to look at life and set goals to be better and 40 days sounds a whole lot less daunting than setting a new year’s resolution that I know I’ll break in the first 40 days of the year. So like I already said, today is the first day of Lent (and although this has nothing to do with anything, every single time I have typed the word ‘first’ in this paragraph, I have had to go back and correct it because I actually typed ‘fist’), I’m going to celebrate and give something up. Today is the day I give up yelling at my kids. I think I can do that for 40 days. And then on Easter morning I’m going to have a great big yell fest. Just kidding. Maybe I’m not kidding. Anyway, I gave up yelling for Lent a couple of years ago and I think it’s definitely time to walk that road again. 

According to London, I always yell at her. I’ve been trying to be more patient, but I guess she’s not picking up on that. Just the other day, it was time for bed. I mentioned that to my kids. They were in the middle of something and wanted 2 minutes. I gave them 5. Again, I calmly told them it was time to get in bed. It was as if I wasn’t even there. I waited. I said it again. Nothing. Fast forward 20 minutes and I’m back in her room, yelling at her to get in bed. Then, of course, she heard. And she wondered out loud in a very loud voice (much like yelling) why I always yell at her. Um, maybe it has something to do with the last half an hour of nobody hearing anything I said. No, that can’t be it. In any case, I’m done with the yelling for the next 40 days. I’m going to prove to my children (and my husband) that I do more than yell at them. And then I’ll have some concrete evidence. Sort of. There will be no more yelling, not even when it’s time for dinner and I have to yell up the stairs for them to come and eat (although I’m pretty sure on most days I will have to yell out the front door to get them to come in from playing, but that doesn’t really count). So here’s to a better me and a more peaceful home. Pray for me. I need all the help I can get!