Labor Day weekend helped me to make a psychological breakthrough. I was able to spend a lot of time with my family at the Air and Space Museum, at the park, at home, and at the meal table. Being more conscious of how and when I lose my patience, I realized that of the things listed above, only one was likely to make me lose it--meals. They begin and end with emotion, and only some food ends up in their mouths in the interim, while the rest ends up on their faces, on the table, on the floor, or on far away walls to be discovered sometime in the future.
Perhaps prior to meals I can give myself a pep talk to do what we sometimes have the kids do when they get frustrated--count to 10 very slowly.
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