This morning I woke up mad at the world. I knew that it was going to be one of those days. First, I was woken up at 2330, to my puppy yelping at the top of his lungs, because he wanted to go to the bathroom. This was the first night in a long time that I actually gotten in the bed before 2200 and now my sleep has been interrupted. So I angrily got up and took him downstairs to let him go to the bathroom. When I came back upstairs to go to bed, I couldn’t fall back to sleep. I thought in my head, “FUCK MAN, TODAY IS GOING TO BE A SHITTY DAY!” As I laid there, I tried to find something on YouTube to listen too, but I couldn’t because my wife snoring next to me was pissing me off. I was thinking, “Why couldn’t she get her ass up and take the dog out? Now she in a deep sleep while I have to wake up at 0245! FFFUUUCCCKKKK!” I finally fell asleep, but as you know the alarm went off and I felt like I didn’t get any sleep at all. At this point I was so damn irritated. Little stuff was pissing me off. Stuff like the dog looking at me when I walked by his kennel, my wife left the toothpaste on the counter and didn’t put it back in the drawer and the water taking too long to warm up when I turned it on. Man I was really on one. I finally made it out of the house to go to the gym, but not before getting pissed at my wife because she didn’t answer a question I asked her fast enough when she was sleep. (So, before I left, I made it a point to wake her up and interrupt her sleep like mine got interrupted. I asked her some stupid question to wake her up, but it backfired. She barely woke up and I got pissed even more! So stormed out of the house slamming every door I could and leaving every light on in the house. She hates when all the lights are on.) I really couldn’t shake my mood!
I finally made it to the gym and I was trying to focus, but it was tough. People that usually talk to me in the morning at the gym, kept coming up to me and interrupting me during my sets. I didn’t hit the weight that I planned on hitting. My headphones also died on me near the end of my workout. So I had to listen to the gyms shitty music for 20min while I did my cardio. At this point I was so infuriated, that I would have slapped a baby if it were in front of me. I stormed out of the gym like I did my house.
I left the gym to go home and find my kids doing exactly what I told them not to do. So, my sons have been stealing snacks out of the pantry at night. We catch them, because we have cameras all around our home, due to us running our business from home. One night I caught my oldest making a bowl of Captain Crunch Berries, but he was POURING SUGAR IN THE BOWL AS WELL. My wife and I kept wondering my all the damn sugar was disappearing. Then the other night my wife went downstairs to throw something away and she saw 7 empty bags of cookies sitting on top of the trash can when she opened it! Of course everyone denied it when we asked who did it, but when looking at the cameras, we saw my youngest son was killing the damn cookies every time we left the kitchen. So I told them, they better not touch a snack in my pantry and for breakfast they are to only eat oatmeal. And if they are still hungry after any meal, then they can eat more OATMEAL. I walked in the house to see theses dudes eating some F&$KING POPTARTS. At this point I lost it. I was screaming, yelling, making threats and all sorts of stuff. It was so bad the dog ran outside and didn’t come back in!
We all have these mornings. At times, I think to myself how nice it would be to wake up, go to the gym, go to work, come home chill and go to bed and not have to worry about anyone but myself. How nice would it be to not deal with my son peeing in the bathroom trashcan or dealing with my other son pouring dish soap in my tea because he was mad at me, or having to deal with wife when she is mad because I didn’t wipe the water off the floor after I got out of the shower. (She brought a tiny ass mat to step on when we get out of the shower. I mean she is the size of my pinky finger, so she can get out of the shower and only drip water on the mat. I’m almost 100lbs bigger than her. How is my big ass supposed to only drip water on that tiny ass mat?) Family can be draining. They can be tiring. They can make you mad and make you angry. They can make you want to run away and never come back. Just know that this feeling is ok. It’s natural. Those that don’t feel this way, are not truly invested into their family’s lives. But… just like your family can make you want to smack every last one of them, even the dog, they can do things that make you absolutely adore and love them. I remember times when I didn’t know which way was up. I was so lost and confused about work, my marriage or just life in general and my son would come up to me, hug me and tell me he loves me. I remember when I had failed at business plans or something with my kids or my marriage and I felt as if I was the worse person or father in the world. At that time my wife would come hold me and tell me that I was the best husband and father that God has ever made. I remember when everyone in the house was mad at me, but the dog would come and lay beside me and love me when it felt that no one else did. Life is about balance. For every up there is a down. BALANCE! So, when you’re having this kind of day, go somewhere by yourself and remind yourself of all the great times your family has given you!