About 10 years ago, I fell in love with the tea/sofa/blanket combo. Absolutely addicting. I wouldn't try it unless you are prepared for a life-long commitment to it. Even 'til today, my husband and I have a ritual of putting the children to bed and immediately heading toward the teapot. Sometimes, I do it without even thinking and I ask my husband to put the kettle and on and he says it already is. In honor of this blog, I am having a cup as I type.
Here's the thing with me and my tea, though. I like to catch it before it boils and whistles. If I don't, I have to wait too long for it to cool down. I've developed an ear for it so I can sense when it changes over from a mild simmer to the brink of boiling and whistling. When I catch it, I can enjoy my tea much quicker and it's easier to hold the mug.
I'm still developing an ear for my temper, though. I love my children, but sometimes I feel like Tom the cat about to blow his top because Jerry the mouse is driving him CRAZY!
I could feel my patience simmering as I calmly instruct them....
Girls, no fighting. Girls. Giiiirrrrlllsss. GIRLS!
Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllll! goes my whistle.
The whole house can hear me blare like a firehouse alarm.
I HATE when I get to that point, especially, because of how out of control I feel. It's harder to stop the words from leaving my mouth. It's harder to lower my voice. And, it's certainly harder to make a good clear parenting decision for my children. All will benefit if I catch myself before I whistle.