Most often I get a grunt as a response, which lets me know in his own special sort o' way that he is too darn busy to get to that sort of stuff. The sort of stuff that I have to look at/deal with on a daily basis. The sort of stuff I can't take care of on my own as I either need assistance with said stuff, or I am not physically capable. And that just sucks.
Anyway, my frustration has been building over this growing to do list of mine, and it all came to a head last night. No, I did not yell, rant, scream and throw a tantrum about all that needed to be done. I have done that before and it really gets me no where. I instead decided that the to do list needed to be revised a bit. Not only did it need to be revised, it simply needed a new home as the paper it was initially written on was a bit tattered and torn from being stuck to the cabinet wall, neglected for so very long.
So I sat down on the couch with paper and pen in hand, wrote out that list, and slapped it right back up on the cabinet wall.
I walked back to my couch, red wine in hand, breathed a sigh of relief and got to watching my show. Turns out letting my aggression out on paper worked quite well.
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