Maybe you penned a piece about assuming the best, considering the good-heartedness of family members, measuring your responses.
Maybe you meant every word you wrote.
Maybe a short time after you hit "post," one of your darling offspring blatantly and somewhat brazenly defied a clear and simple instruction.
Maybe you offered a calm, reasonable response.
Maybe in the midst of your calm, reasonable response, you moved a bike which then fell and slammed into your foot.
Maybe you uttered something best left unsaid.
Maybe you briefly reflected on the fact that you routinely ride the kids for saying idiot, hate, stupid, and a few others words far tamer than the one you just let fly.
Maybe you remembered what a priest once said about the members of his order: I'd be really holy is it weren't for you people.
Maybe you moved past this thought, made amends and decided to try, try again.