Yesterday started off rough.
Adam stopping by again…
On Saturday night, the ex let me know her flight was leaving much earlier than originally planned (yesterday).
I went to bed and the carnival was going off in my head.
I tossed and turned.
At 2:23 AM, I got up and gulped down two doses of the kids NyQuil as I was out of any adult stuff.
I then proceeded to count “Mississippi’s”, my version of counting sheep.
I made it to 800 something and finally dozed off.
This was probably around 3:00 am.
I woke up at 5:15 to go to the bathroom.
Tossed and turned until about 6:30.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
At 7:45, she was here to drop the kids off. 3 hours ahead of schedule.
I knew this was coming, hence the tossing and turning.
Her and I got into an argument, and I’ll spare the details.
It was a shitty way to start Father’s Day.
The kids and I went to church at 11.
They had a “hot dogs & hot rod” theme.
In fact, I got in my feels yesterday at church.
Tears were running down my face at service. (I made a Facebook post about the impactful message that you can check out here that people seemed to enjoy)
We hit Dunkin Donuts right after, as I promised them that.
We hit the grocery store on the way home.
Then a water balloon fight.
We went to my parents for pizza.
Following that, we played putt putt with my parents. What a blast that was!
We went back to my parents and woofed down Strawberry shortcake.
The kids and I went home and got in a couple of games of Uno and a wrestling match before bed.
My cupeth ran full.
Without a doubt, the best Father’s Day to date. One that’ll be tough to top.
Here’s the thing…
I could have let yesterday morning derail my entire day.
The 2015 Adam, would have done just that.
I could have used it as an excuse and been miserable all day.
Or I could choose to look past it, and enjoy the day with the kids.
It was simply a choice.
We cannot control what other people are going to say or do.
We can control how we react.
We can control how we handle the situation or circumstance.
This applies to every aspect of life.
I choose to make the best of things (most times…I ain’t perfect).
You always have a choice.
When you’re ready, here are a few ways I can help you….