Crack.

Well.  Today was day 2 of no yelling in my house.  The kids got time-outs when they yelled, which fine, I can't say that was anything monumental or anything.  But the really huge spectacular thing was that I didn't yell.  Actually (just to be clear) I yelled once yesterday, briefly out of fright when Clayton almost shot glasses cleaner into his eyes, but I don't think it's fair to count that against me.  I don't know why exactly, but yelling or really any intense expression of emotion, is like crack to me.  I can totally understand when child psychologists say that strongwilled kids act out because they get an emotional "high" from their parents' reactions...  I don't think I can do anything without intensity, so this has been really difficult for me.  I've been cleaning a lot more and I ate two pieces of cake today.  But I guess it would be better to be a really fat, but really nice mom with a neat and tidy house than it would to be a skinny, loud one with a messy house... I think so anyway.  Well, hopefully it's just withdrawal and I can stop eating before the next season of The Biggest Loser.  Anyhow, I didn't figure it was acceptable to be learning about what the wise thing to do is and saying that I can do anything because Jesus is my strength, and NOT deal seriously with my temper and reactive tendencies.  I think maybe I should take up a new hobby...something exhilarating... bungee jumping perhaps?  Do they have conflict fighting for girls?