Stop.

I say this so many times a day. When the boys are yelling in the car, or laughing too loudly or taunting each other. When they whiz by me in the kitchen on scooters or skateboards. When they whine about the internet connection being too slow, as if I could somehow speed it up. Stop! Stop! Stop! But when I'm sitting at my desk thinking I'm not looking for work hard enough or writing well enough or running far enough or eating right, do I yell stop? Nope. I've used them all up already.