I've heard many times that there is no such thing as anger. Most often I hear "Anger is a mask for pain."
Yesterday I came home from the store and found that Mr had cleaned the kitchen floor.
I was not happy.
I was angry.
I didn't show it. I said "Thanks". But I didn't really mean it.
After about an hour of quietly stewing, I remembered what I've heard. So I asked myself - am I in pain?
I don't think so...
Then I went over it in my head again. "Daddy cleaned the kitchen floor.... Thanks Dad." "I just didn't want to look at that yellow spot any more." *shame*
There it was.
I wasn't angry at him for cleaning the floor. I was angry at myself for not having done it. I was ashamed.
I should be grateful that he did it. Most anyone else would be right?? I really had to talk myself into feeling that way. And I still feel bad about it.
I'm just telling myself that it'll be easier to keep clean now that he's gotten it started. :)
I'm adding that to my habits list. 'Cause I really don't want to feel bad if he feels he has to clean again.
Just to be sure- I went right upstairs and cleaned the toilet before he decided he had to do that too. Haha!
