Progress

A better day than yesterday.

I counted the number of times I said "No" to my son. It came to about 10, all told. I was hyper-aware of each time the word escaped my mouth, so I'm sure that I can reduce that number to just a handful, or maybe even zero.

More importantly--I was much calmer with him today. Partly because of a good night's sleep--the first time I've slept 8 hours straight in a very long time--partly because I exercised during the day, not just once but twice. But partly just because I wanted to be that way. Wanted it badly enough.

A small but important day.