I woke up yesterday morning still feeling frustrated from the night before. I love my boys more than anything, but I also need frequent moments of space and peace to stay healthy. It’s becoming difficult to have both. So last night I took the family out to eat at Freddy’s and Feeney’s, then had a nice conversation with CKT about anxiety and quiet time.

Tonight CKT told me his happiness is like a pail. The happier he is, the more his metaphorical pail is filled with metaphorical happiness-water. But when someone makes him unhappy, that person scoops water out of his pail.