I have a terrible personality flaw. I’m pretty patient most of the time. I breathe in and out and manage to control myself… until I don’t… and then I just SNAP. I know my trigger. It’s always the same thing… MESS. CLUTTER. CRAP. The scene usually goes something like this: I’m getting the girls ready for bed. Checking off the list. “Are you done with your homework? Did you brush your teeth? Did you get your bag ready for tomorrow?” I’m tired. A little impatient. It’s been a long day and I’m ready for some silence. I want to close my eyes. And then it happens. My eye catches a…