Temper Temper

Sometimes I just want to lay on the ground and pound my fists over and over. I want to yell it's not fair at the top of my lungs and let the tears flow hot and fast. I want to slam a door or two and hide in my room with my music blaring. I want to sleep in until 10am and then lounge on the couch til noon. I want to find someone to blame..anyone but myself. Then I wake up and realize as an adult I have to pull up the bootstraps and paste a smile on my face. I have to become the one who induces the tantrums and the door slamming. The one that is the parent.