a night alone

My husband who works for a Texas based company took my boys bowling tonight. His coworkers are having a bowling tournament. So I have a few hours to myself, sometimes much needed. Now, I know I just gave my husband props to being the reasonable one in the family, but I too feel reasoning is the way to go. I just sometimes tend to yell first. I think I inherited my short fuse from my Father, but I can give credit to my Mother too. She was like me, a SCREAMER! I tell my husband that it makes me feel better. Screeching like a Banshee for a few and then settling down to actually think about the situation at hand. It's my trademark, who I am.