22 years ago at 5am’ish on March 17th, I hosted a party with my college roommates in our off-campus apartment. In our defense, the local dive/pub opened up far too late at 6:30 am to serve up their $.17 beers every Saint Patrick’s Day. So that year we felt the need to start the festivities a tad earlier. It ended up with me getting drenched with a trash can filled to the brim with ungodly water and dashing through the lovely establishment with my overflowing trash can awaiting retribution.
Quite absurd, but nonetheless fun and I came out unscathed.
Today, I get frustrated from time to time when my daughter sits on the kitchen counter or decides against wearing a jacket when it’s below 30 degrees outside. Hypocritical of me to make such choices when I was young but today, giving my daughters a hard time for behavior nowhere near as bad as mine.
Perhaps today, on St. Paddy’s Day, I’ll let things slide a bit more…just a lil’ bit.
An Old Irish Blessing
May love & laughter light your days,
& warm your heart & home.
May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.
May peace & plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures.
May all life’s passing seasons
bring the best to you & yours!
Great post. Sometimes we all need to take a breather and let things go and pick our battles. Especially as a parent of little ones.