Yep, I didn't get to sleep until after 1...slept light and had bad dreams.
I need to go work in my garden. But I banged up my hands pretty good. Bruised the palm of my right hand and the thumb of my left. Don't know how well I am goind to handle a hoe.
Irish temper...blows up sometimes until I can't talk...and basically, the only person who sets me off is the teenager...
Ouch - your hands sound painful..
I understand the Irish temper, I've got one also :)
The only thing that would make me feel worse right now was if the weather was conducive to working in the garden - thankfully it's not (I can't believe I just said that)
(Robt nods head in understanding.)
But, it may turn out that his kids are a joy and wonder to be with.
Amazing how much a person grows up between 16 and rebellious and single and hating school, and 24 and married with kids and a house and a car repair shop to run. (Sometimes grows up, he cautions.)