A Method To My Mad (Not Madness-Just Mad)

I watched from inside as a young step daughter backed the tractor and trailer into the new car.  I literally shrugged my shoulders.  There was nothing I could to about it.   Why get mad?

I walked in to my bathroom to find my children had mutinied against using their own bathroom and pirated mine.   Leaving towels, clothes and a general mess.  I got mad.  Because they could have just picked up their mess and I would never have known.

I came home from work to see where the new puppy had destroyed the woodwork in the room he had stayed in during the day.  I didn’t pay it any attention.  There was nothing I could do about it.

I came in to the kitchen to find trash piling over the top of the trash can and scattered about the floor (on numerous occasions while raising children and husband).  I got mad.  Because all someone had to do was bag up the trash.  And put a new bag in.

We busied about the kitchen getting ready for dinner and one of them dropped a glass.  It shattered.  She looked horrified as she glanced at me.  I shrugged.  We cleaned it up.  No worries.  It’s just a glass.  Or the plate.  Or the bowl.  These things happen.

As often as not, the kids would fight.  And yell.  And carry on.  And I would jump in the melee and get mad too.  Well, until that one day when I was in the car and they were on the deck and I was waiting for them and they decided to start fighting and I just sat there and waited them out.  I was too tired to get mad that day.   I think it only stopped because they each thought they would get a good slap or kick in and I would stop it.  And I didn’t.  But normally, them getting mad, got me mad.  Because they didn’t have to get mad.  It’s what they decided to do….

Oops.

Wait.

The point of this was that there were things I didn’t bother getting mad about because I couldn’t do anything about what had already happened.  But when I did get mad it was because  others did have the opportunity to do things to change the outcome (me getting mad).

Perhaps this has backfired on me.

I suppose if they could have changed or controlled what they did….maybe I could as well.

Crap.

And here I thought I was  making perfect logic about my self righteousness.

I hate it when I out maneuver myself.