I am a recovering complainer.
I am not the type of person that you invite over for game night. Especially not Monopoly or Uno. Apparently I have an evil twin sister that comes out and gets a tiny bit competitive. (Although part of me prefers to believe my friends are making this up. I certainly never saw her…). On the weekend, we went to play mini golf.
Either it was due to the amazing company we were in or the no complaining challenge, but I did not yell or scream or throw the golf club or any other objects or jumped around in fury like Rumpelstiltskin and I sincerely wanted the little ones to win.
Is it our kids that make us grow up?