Anger and how to manage

I am starting a new path for myself, and it is going to be one of less anger.  One area I am and will be learning more about is Tapping.
I would love to hear from others who Tap, and have suggestions and thoughts on this subject.

 

A little bit of my day

Fuck, I said, get off your sister!

WHY are you screaming?!

Stop bugging her!

Don't tease him!

Can't you both stop yelling?  Even for a minute??

Why do keep waking him up?

Do you WANT me to be mad?

Can mommy just take a shower? 

Don't spit that out!

Chew it, no, CHEW it...stop spitting it out!

Let's read a story, can I have the book back?  I thought you wanted a story?  Stop hitting him with the book!

You don't have to yell, I can hear you.

Really, stop yelling.

You are doing that to her to make her mad!

Stop stop STOP!!!!

That is mean!

Don't be mean!

Do you WANT to be mean?!

Time out.

TIME OUT!!!!!

You!!  In your corner!!

7 minutes.

2 minutes.

Fine, 14 minutes.

It will be longer!!!

Stop yelling or it will be 21 minutes!

Why are you laying on the floor?

Stop it.

You are not a snake, get up off the floor.

& etc....

...

Wine, it can be dinner. And a snack. And maybe another snack.

 I ran into the grocery store, grabbed the closest bottle of on-sale wine and a giant package of fresh chocolate chip bakery cookies and plunked them down on the counter, behind a lady who was complaining about the lack of organic food items in the store. 

I felt a pang of guilt.  I quickly pushed it away though, until I glanced up and caught the eye of the woman behind me, she was carrying a canvas shopping bag brimming with fresh produce, what looked to be wedges of herbed goat cheese and fresh crusty bread. 

Hmmm. 

I smiled brightly at her, "excuse me, I will be right back!"  I sprinted across the store and swooped up a couple more items.  Squeezing back into line I thrust 2 more bottles of sale wine on the counter.  No point wasting a good sale, right?  The Produce Lady behind me was shaking her head, no doubt feeling bad for me and thinking sad things, like how I was giant boozy alcoholic.

I wanted to say don't worry, I don't NEED  the booze!  It is medicinal!  I just use it to get through my days! 

Well, OK, so that might not sound as good as when I just thought it in my head.  But still!  I could put the wine back!  I did not HAVE to buy it! 

Ok,  I could put back a couple of bottles anyway.

At last I paid, and clutching my goodies I made my way out and into the parking lot.  Fumbling for my keys and juggling my 3 bottles plus cookies, I accidentally hip checked some unfortunate person as I walked by to my car.  "Hey!"  I heard.  I glanced back over my shoulder, and mumbled a "oh shit"...