This Thursday I got the kids up on time and we went to the park all morning again.   Then my sons played with their friends outside the rest of the morning.  I felt successful at keeping them active.  It even rubbed off on me as I was motivated to do extra yardwork all the way to lunchtime and never felt unproductive today.

In the afternoon after the kids settled in during the heat of the day, one of their friends came to the door on his bike.  After I informed him that the kids would be out again later, he rode his bike through my freshly watered yard creating a huge trough.  I ran back outside and griped at him to get out of the mud.  He then continued to ride through it.   Later, I looked out the window and he was doing it again for fun.  I had to practice patience and tolerance while assertively scolding him for it.

Every time I went outside and saw that my yard and driveway looked like a dirt bike track I had to resist my anger.  I caught myself calling him a little F@#%head in my head and I had to stop.  After several iterations of this, I had to imagine him as Jesus.