Day 88.........a wee tiff.

Day 88.........a wee tiff.

3 Girls and 4 Suitcases.

Yesterday didn't have an awful lot to tell you about. A couple of loads of laundry done and the dishwasher run (meaning that I was drinking coffee out of an old Time Hortons cup because my two cups were in there-lol)
There was a bit of house-cleaning done as well, courtesy of a wee tiff with my little girl. Hands up if you cope the same way as I do and stomp around cleaning whatever doesn't move? Not the most sensible way to deal with conflict but it certainly is productive.
Most of the time I can deal with Ali's teenage (borderline) comments but she got through my armour yesterday....not anything big but that one straw idea. Now that's about me and not about her and so I found myself downstairs, doing an extra ten minute meditation to see if I could get a handle on what emotions were at play. Again, it seemed to come back to my not getting what I wanted, which was for her to simply say sorry, rather than 'attack' me.
Now, in no way, shape or form did she 'attack' me but that's how it felt and so I have to ask myself, what's going on? My remedy bottle is almost empty and what, with the not sleeping well (good suggestion with the White Chestnut, Ashley)  and the personalizing things, I will meditate on what to put in my refill today. Likely, the tiredness from not sleeping well was a player in my response yesterday and so I need to get that sorted. Last nights dreams involved navy blue curtains that were too long and too wide for our Mountcastle bedroom. They also involved kirby grips and an escape route down what can only be described as a hollowed-out carrot......groan. I probably ought to begin writing them down, in the middle of the night and see what they're trying to tell me......maybe tonight.
This blog is short because it's Monday and I have work....yippee. I am being taken out for lunch afterwards by Mary and Ross and so it'll be later when I get back online. It's pouring outside and I'm wondering why I bothered washing my hair......oh, yes, I'm going for lunch.
Much love to all and I hope that your week is off to a fabulous start.
Lxxxx