I have to admit I completely lost it on my crew last Monday night. Yup, pretty much the opposite of keeping my ____* together. *sh^t, zen, happy, life…(you pick) Thankfully, Dave wasn’t here to witness the meltdown — he was at his essential place of work.
Let me explain.
Many members of the crew were having “egg o’clock” at noon and I was tidying the kitchen after my lunch. I reminded them it was their turn to make dinner that night. I had two conference calls starting at 5 pm. We agreed that they would have the pasta and salad ready at 7. I started the dishwasher and tossed out one more request, “Hey, I’m going to leave the panini maker for you guys to clean, as you guys pulled it out.”
Do I sound reasonable?
I think that was quite reasonable.
At 7:38 pm they were all still in the great room above the garage — Working out? Playing pool? Singing karaoke? Playing Zelda on the Nintendo 64 our neighbor had given Aaron 7 years ago because they were decluttering items from a playroom stocked in the 90’s?
And, guess what was staring at me, with a gaping ridged mouth, encrusted in butter and bits of bread and melted cheese.
The effen panini maker.
Yup, that’s when I lost it.
After some super-inappropriate yelling for totally appropriate reasons, I put myself to bed.
My kids came in, wary and concerned. And, then apologetic. My 15-year old son was particularly sweet and thankful for “all I do” and “how I am the glue that holds the family together.”
I woke up feeling like I had over-reacted to young adults that were decidedly NOT being PROACTIVE.
I also woke up with puffy eyes and a very clean kitchen.
I have to admit that while I had been proactive in assigning dinner and stating the expectation to TAKE 3 MINUTES TO CLEAN THE PANINI MAKER, I reacted in a way that I wasn’t proud of.
Boundaries. Respect. Act. Don’t React. Patience
Do you think the universe could be sending us any more lessons on the above right now?
My sister-in-law shared this awesome graphic. I think talking about what this looks in action is a useful activity nowadays.
Parenting (and #parentinginplace) isn’t for SISSIES. But you knew that already!
P.S. I needed to vent – so thanks for reading!