I was helping my kid get an apartment in Brooklyn. We had walked 20 miles on Saturday on this quest to go see the next apartment. We were doing the same thing on Sunday, at about two oclock, I got all whiny and wanted a beer. We found a bar and I had a cool Guiness. Much better, we went back the the apartment hunting.
It occured to me a while later that I had been acting like a fussy toddler that has been at the mall to long. I just needed a juice box and a little quite time.
My oldest used psych words on me once: "Dad, you need to be more mindful."