Adjusting the Sails

We cannot direct the wind but we can adjust the sails. Yesterday morning we had plans to meet Uncle Jeff & Auntie Val but throughout the morning Lincoln seemed completely intent on irritating Carson.  You know all the little stuff that wears on you.  Nudging into him while walking by,  tipping over the train he was playing with, standing in front of him so that he is blocking the television, and the list goes on.  Moments before we were to leave Lincoln pushed Carson down.  Not only had Carson had enough, I'd had enough.  I really didn't want this to be one of those days! :(  Tempted to call Jeff & Val and cancel, I reconsidered our position.  Even though Lincoln certainly was not deserving of a special trip to the park, Carson and I were and I knew a change of scenery would do us good.  And boy did it ever!  The boys had so much fun attempting to catch a grasshopper, picking up sticks and most of all throwing leaves.  The irritations of the morning blew away with the leaves and rest of the day was wonderful.  What do you do to 'adjust the sails' of a bad start to the day?