Another prompt that piqued my curiosity is Curious. I am a very curious person. I love looking in to things and trying to figure things out. I love learning about things and people. I spend way to much time on the internet looking up things I hear about. I wish I was better at applying what I learn to my life as I am sure I would be in a much better place if I just could.
Some of my recent curiosities have been reading about RAD, researching Blue Tongue Skinks this summer, I also have been reading a book about adoptions from China just because I found it at Goodwill and it seemed interesting, I have a stack of other books what to entertain me next.
I wonder what will be my next thing, what my kids think, what makes my hubby tick, why I can't sleep past 4 AM, when will the chaos let up, what will come of those relationships that are so confusing to me right now and why I am still up at 11 complaining about not sleeping when I should be sleeping while I have the chance. For now I bid you goodnight and I go to ponder the thoughts that will invade my head while I lie in my bed hoping to be sleeping.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Yelling
In hopes of returning to blogging I went looking for a site with prompts that might inspire me to continue this project. I want to, no that should be I need to do this. Life has not been the easiest this year. I am kind of glad that it will soon wrap up and hope upon hope that 2012 brings more smiles than frowns. In my search I came across The One Minute Writer, which posts daily prompts to inspire you to write. I don't think I will be able to accomplish writing in just one minute but I liked the prompts and so I am going with it.
The prompt today says Yell, write about a time you yelled. Unfortunately I know too much about yelling lately. I have yelled and been yelled at more this year than I think in my whole life. I hate it. I hate that I allow myself to get so frustrated that I yell. I hate that I feel like the only way to be heard is to yell. I hate that my kids yell at me, and yes I know that they probably do it because I do. I hate that more often than not we wake up to kids yelling and at each other at the ungodly hours between 4 and 5 in the morning. I wish that yelling wasn't such a part of our household. I am working hard at trying to curtail that and feel like I am making progress in that direction, not as fast I would like but still progress and I will take what I can get.
Then there are the times that I wish that I could yell, I wish that I could scream, I wish I could tell them exactly what I felt. I wonder what holds me back then but not at home.
The prompt today says Yell, write about a time you yelled. Unfortunately I know too much about yelling lately. I have yelled and been yelled at more this year than I think in my whole life. I hate it. I hate that I allow myself to get so frustrated that I yell. I hate that I feel like the only way to be heard is to yell. I hate that my kids yell at me, and yes I know that they probably do it because I do. I hate that more often than not we wake up to kids yelling and at each other at the ungodly hours between 4 and 5 in the morning. I wish that yelling wasn't such a part of our household. I am working hard at trying to curtail that and feel like I am making progress in that direction, not as fast I would like but still progress and I will take what I can get.
Then there are the times that I wish that I could yell, I wish that I could scream, I wish I could tell them exactly what I felt. I wonder what holds me back then but not at home.
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