There is something to be said for keeping your temper under control. My problem is that I seem to have a wealth of things that are bound and determined to run their fingernails down the chalkboard of my brain.
Why doesn't the 4 year old want to eat the food *I* make?
Why doesn't my grandmother realize that her senses are not what they used to be?
Why does the 2 yr old insist on constantly being underfoot? (literally)
Why do people take that inch you were kind enough to give them and run for the horizon?
Why is it so hard to admit that even when someone isn't doing it the way you want it, it's still good. (maybe better)
Now I must escape the office with the leaky roof and reeking carpet.
Cheese!
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