Self-Imposed Time-Out…



I don’t know about any of you with children, but when my son was little and was having a melt-down, being disrespectful or just plain out of control, we would put him in a “time-out”.  The time-out was typically done away from others, in a quiet spot, with no outside stimulation.  For us, the bottom step on our staircase worked wonders since there was nothing around, and nothing to look at except a wall.  The time-out period usually only lasted 5-10 minutes, but in extreme cases it could last longer.

Today, I wish someone would put me in a time-out.  I’d happily find a secluded staircase somewhere in the building where I could refocus my energy and have a moment to myself, to readjust my attitude.

I woke up from a good sleep and was ready for the day.  AND THEN…I got to work.  Duhn, duhn, duhn, dunnnnnn!

  

I wish I could say the rest of the day will get better, but alas – it won’t.  I have a “team” lunch meeting and THAT only makes things worse, EXCEPT there will be cookies. *sigh* 

Comments

Beatriz said…
I know what you mean, good luck with the meeting. You need an ipad or kindle so you can pretend you are typing in notes and just play something else.

But hey at least it's Wednesday!
June 17, 2015 at 12:07 PM
Rachel said…
Go to your room RIGHT NOW, young lady!!! And you stay there til I say you can come out!

:)
June 17, 2015 at 4:24 PM
raydenzel1 said…
always remember the plan!
June 18, 2015 at 7:23 AM
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