Keeping my temper

My doctor told me the other day that I needed to control my stress levels or he might have to do something drastic. It’s not that I plan on waking up a wild-- foaming at the mouth idiot every morning, people just put me in that mood being rude or cruel or disrespectful to others. Yesterday, my little sister stuck her head in my room, afraid to ask me a question because I have been so short tempered, that innocent act put me in check. She wanted to talk about her boyfriend and what she could get him for his birthday. I choked when she told me what her classmates suggested she give him -- there goes the innocent act, I see the bars coming on her bedroom windows sooner than I thought. Luke called me this afternoon to give me some baby Kyle updates and Camen drooling. The weather is warming up so quickly that Julie felt it might be nice to put on some shorts and they all go outside – fine. She put some on Kyle and he looked down at them and then back up at her and snarled his nose “where are the rest of my pants?” She hit the floor laughing and had to call Luke on that one -- in which he had to call me. I see my PG in little Kyle every day. Update on my aunt, she did ok, well the doctor said there was no growth in any of the tumors but then again they didn’t shrink. So, she is being zapped again with the red dye and another bag of chemo, hoping this one might do the trick. Mom seemed please with the results anyway. Now, if I can keep it calm for a while I will discuss work here until I blow a gasket.