I just got up from the kitchen having done the dishes. But I was so mad I wanted to smash a few of them on the floor just to make a statement... or just to release some of my anger.
This is the down side of living with extended family that's not yours.
Micah broke a small cup and a certain other adult in the house started cursing and saying things like "How can anyone be so stupid to give a kid glass."
First, I felt breaking a cup was not that serious a matter.
Second, it was a calculated cost.
Third there are lessons to be learned:
1. appreciate and enjoy fragile things;
2. not everything broken can be fixed.
Many times I don't react rashly, or as I feel I want to because I know I will regret later and will have to do damage control/ make amends, which would be harder.
Right now I am just bubbling down...the kids are already over the whole thing and playing happily without a care.
Anger...on the Holy Weekend...