I hate to be late. So much so, that it causes me a lot of stress. Getting ready for 9am church is stressful. When I get stressed sometimes I get a little grouchy.
Sunday I had the kids all ready for church and was trying to get out the door. I had Taryn in the stroller (we walk to church because its only a block away) and as I was going out the door, the front wheel got caught in an electrical cord plugged into the wall. The first couple of tries getting it untangled were ok, but when those failed I got increasingly agitated until I loudly growled in frustration. All this time I was also hollering at Auralee to put her shoes on. Right after I had my little tantrum, Auralee had a similar one because she couldn't get her shoe on. "Auralee," I yelled, "settle down!" At this Luc gives me a look and says, "Carla." To which I replied guiltily, "I know, I know." Then I rushed out the door so I didn't have to deal with it.
I know I have a problem. Its just fixing it that I have trouble with.