Yesterday while watching Oprah, she said something that she has said before "people want to feel validated...people want to be listened to and heard...." That isn't an exact quote, but the general idea of what she said. I understood her, that people want to be recognized for who they are, and what they need. When we are struggling and stressed and we yell at our kids, our spouse, our co-workers....hopefully they are hearing "I'm overwhelmed and tired. Cut me some slack. Understand my frustration. Reach out and help me through this." I got this.
This morning it occured to me as I looked at the capless toothpaste tube in my childrens' bathroom, that it's not always the big things that break us down in our daily lives, it's the little things.
A sick relative, being fired from a job, a child that's not behaving....our friends and family will rally around to offer advice, support and empathy. Don't get me wrong, it's wonderful to receive this. And I thankfully rely on it. But where are they when you find the sock shoved in between the couch cushions after you've endured your kids' cries of "I can't find socks" as you try to get the to school on time?
Like Chinese water torture, each unheeded request drips unto our sanity, boring a hole millimeter by millimeter, eventually getting big enough to let the crazies in. The dirty clothes on the floor merely inches from the laundry basket. Dishes caked with hardened rice krispies on the counter, while the open dishwasher door beckons, no pleads with them to put them inside. And yes, despite hundred of requests, the cap never seems to make it back onto the tube of toothpaste. Am I alone in this? Time to vent people! What little things drive you to doors of the "nut-house"?
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People who say,"Like" before every sentance they speak! "LIKE", I tune you right out....HELLO!!!
People who whistle in there office!---close the door for the love of jesus, joseph and mary!
Finding pee droplets on the toliet seat at work or better yet a left over log that didn't quite flush.
......busy.....back to work.....bye until soon.
You are so right. Mmmm...this is gross, but my husband always leaves the box of ceral on the counter if it's empty. He doesn't crush it and put it in the trash, or even throw it in the woodstove. He just leaves it on the counter. Small, but it can make me crazy. Hey, maybe we could all check into a nuthouse together and hang out for a while. A little medicated vacation!
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