Early this morning the smoke detector went off. Yada yada yada. My daughter did wake up. Which meant my me-time in the wee hours of the morning was taken away.
Being that I am currently processing 30 years of trauma and personal growth and evolution, I kinda need my me-time—now more than ever!
She refused to go back to bed.
I tried multiple times.
She still refused.
I was losing my cool.
She asked for OooTube (aka YouTube).
I resisted.
She asked again.
I resisted.
She asked again.
I started to blow a casket.
Then, I realized:
Better for her to watch YouTube than for me to spew vitriol at her.
A little dopamine addiction is better than destructive language coming from one’s mama.
I gave myself permission to give her permission to watch YouTube.
And I went on my merry way to blog and journal.
Mindful Nuggets 