Tags: counseling | family responsibilities | chores

Annoyances Add Up

By
Wednesday, 13 December 2017 03:31 PM Current | Bio | Archive

I walked into the kitchen the other morning and there was my husband's dirty cereal bowl, a few toast crumbs, and a half cup of leftover coffee sitting on the table. "No big deal," I thought.

I picked up the coffee cup and bowl, carried them to the sink, rinsed them out, and put them in the dishwasher. I also wiped off the table and wiped up some coffee grounds that my husband had obviously spilled while making coffee.

When I saw the milk sitting on the counter, I felt a slight twinge of annoyance. I hate it when people leave milk unrefrigerated. But when I found that the milk was still cold, I thought, "No big deal," and put it in the refrigerator.

I prepared breakfast for our daughter, packed her lunch, grabbed a cup of coffee for myself, and went upstairs and got dressed for work. As we were about ready to leave the house, I did a final check. I turned off the light in my daughter's room, "no big deal," I unplugged her curling iron, which she had forgotten to turn off, "no big deal."

We jumped in the car and I remembered it was Tuesday. My husband had forgotten to put out the trash. I jumped out of the car and instructed my daughter to do the same. The two of us lugged the trash cans out of the garage and to the street. The one I was carrying spilled and I got something icky on my hand. No big deal.

I went to the car, got the keys, unlocked the house, washed off my hands, remembered that I hadn't defrosted anything for dinner, pulled out a package of hamburger, got back in the car, closed the garage door, and we were off.

Half way to school my daughter told me she had to have four dollars. I looked in my wallet and all I had was a twenty. I needed the twenty because I was going out for lunch. "Oh well," I said, "Take the twenty. I'll work it out, no big deal, I'll stop by the bank."

That night I found the cat didn't have food in his bowl, poor kitty, so I got out the bag and filled his bowl. The cat is not my responsibility, but no big deal. While I was at it, I washed out his water bowl, gave him fresh water, and cleaned his litter box.

The week rolled by with a lot of "no big deals."

On Friday I went to the garage to get my car and there sat the trash. That day I was running very late so I let the trash sit.

That night as I drove in the garage, I saw the trash. I walked in the house and gave everyone a loud lecture on what being responsible means...turning out lights, putting your dishes in the dishwasher, making sure the cat has food, putting out the trash.

My family looked at me like I'd lost my mind. My husband said quizzically, "What's the big deal?"

Check out Doris’ latest books, “The Boy Whose Idea Could Feed the World,” “The Parent Teacher Discussion Guide,” and “Thin Becomes You”at Doris’ web page: www.doriswildhelmering.com

© 2018 NewsmaxHealth. All rights reserved.

   
1Like our page
2Share
DorisHelmering
I walked into the kitchen the other morning and there was my husband's dirty cereal bowl, a few toast crumbs, and a half cup of leftover coffee sitting on the table. "No big deal," I thought.
counseling, family responsibilities, chores
539
2017-31-13
Wednesday, 13 December 2017 03:31 PM
Newsmax Media, Inc.
 

The information presented on this website is not intended as specific medical advice and is not a substitute for professional medical treatment or diagnosis. Read Newsmax Terms and Conditions of Service.

Newsmax, Moneynews, Newsmax Health, and Independent. American. are registered trademarks of Newsmax Media, Inc. Newsmax TV, and Newsmax World are trademarks of Newsmax Media, Inc.

NEWSMAX.COM
© Newsmax Media, Inc.
All Rights Reserved