I'm in a no-bull-shit mood today.
I firmly, lovingly, and clearly pre-taught my expectations for my children this morning as to their behavior at school.
I directly and explicitly explained my expectations to the school regarding my son and his neglected IEP.
I bluntly told J of my plan for the morning on the phone when he finally called me back after yoga.
Then I took a 15-minute rage run.
My heart faltered while I tough-loved on my children, my brain launched a silent slew of explatives while I emailed the school, and I may have silently flipped J the bird while I spoke with him on the phone. I peed my pants slightly while I ran (because, 2 kids + over-40), I scolded the dog for getting dishes out of the sink, and I made another cup of coffee instead of eating breakfast.
Despite all my deficiencies in execution, rage and action feel better than complacency.