Your kid is watching. You can’t scream. You can’t yell. You can’t say all the bad things you’re dying to say.
I guess the house ate them.
We’re not supposed to talk about these moments. We’re supposed to pretend they don’t happen and hide them behind our shiny social media accounts.
It’s a mixture of bad advice growing up and a few too many times where I felt that I was putting other people out with my presence.
Our minds are littered with thoughts that begin with “when I was a kid…”
This is the type of lesson you only understand as life plays out.