Raw.Real.Recovered.

Dear God, 

I come to you today with a heavy heart… and an even heavier urge to throat-punch one of your child. You see, this person—bless their clueless little soul—who tests my patience like it’s their full-time job. I know I’m supposed to be kind, forgiving, and all that enlightened nonsense, but I am STRUGGLING.

Please grant me the strength to hold my tongue when they say yet another dumbass thing. Give me the wisdom to walk away before I roll my eyes so hard I give myself a headache. And most of all, please help me remember that I, too, have probably annoyed the hell out of someone at some point (though, let’s be real, not at this level).

I ask for patience when they talk, tolerance when they exist in my space, and the ability to not let their ridiculousness ruin my day. And if all else fails, please send a minor inconvenience their way—nothing major, just a mysteriously disappearing left sock or a coffee that’s always slightly too cold.

Amen. 

P.S Your a Good Good Father !!! So Blessed and Grateful.