This Saturday morning I woke up from some long dreams in which I was drinking and smoking cigarettes.  Throughout these dreams I felt upset and remorseful that I was throwing away all that is truly valuable in life that I have been so blessed to receive in sobriety.  

It was an incredibly busy day with two tournament baseball games during the day. 

I had to navigate some touchy issues with my dad and his attitudes at the games.  He makes critical, rude, derisive, and even racist comments out loud.  At one point when he was criticizing a coach, I had to bark back at him assertively (aggresively?) in defense of the coach.  He was saying these things right in front of the other coach's wife.  I was also concerned at the way he griped at my mother when she asked him not to use a epithet. 

I pray for patience and acceptance that God will handle this in his time, and by his will.

I caught myself in a great deal of disappointment when the games did not end well and kids made mistakes.  I had to get things, no myself in perspective.

I tried to be supportive to my son.