kengineer

I am really moody these days, and short-tempered with my boys. But I am still trying to be a good dad, which leads to things like Tuesday night. I fixed dinner, ate fast, told them to load the dishwasher, and went to hide in my room. Once the kitchen was cleaned I ambushed my ten-year-old by handing him a bag of chocolate chips. "The recipe is on the back. Here are the butter and eggs." After that I helped as little as possible, knowing that getting involved would probably mean yelling at them. In the end, cookies! The boys had fun, which was the most important thing. Even when I'm a growly-bear, they love me to pieces. I'm just doing my best under difficult circumstances.

Now all I want to eat is chocolate chip cookies for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And bacon. OJ, bacon, and cookies for breakfast; milk and cookies for lunch; water, a banana, and cookies for dinner. That sounds balanced to me. I've shown enough self-restraint to hold myself to . . . about fifteen cookies. Maybe twenty. Other people definitely got to eat some, since I took a tub in to work and shared with my employees.

Cookies!

On the plus side, my mood did even out a lot for me this last week. I was practically normal for days on end. Here's hoping for a continued warming trend. But an unfinished project at work is just killing me with stress, so no promises.