I’m not proud of the fact, but I did in fact throw a temper-tantrum last night. It was after the kids went to bed, and I was trying to get the TV set up to watch a favorite show of mine (setting up the TV means getting the antennae set just right and hoping the signal stays strong!). For the second night in a row, I couldn’t find the remote that would turn on the converter box which would allow me to pick up the channel. The night before I was okay with it…I just read and went to bed early. But this night? I was pissed!
For me, watching a TV show after the kids go to bed is my “down” time. It’s when I can shut the world off, and relax. I have not found anything yet (after 8 months without cable) that truly lets my brain decompress after a busy day. If my husband is home, talking with him is great. But when he’s not, and I’ve been a single parent that day and possibly taught other people’s kids, a time to just veg out is a great way for me to unwind.
So last night, I couldn’t find the remote. Again. As I walked around the family room, I started in with God. “Come on God. I just want to watch my show! Please help me find the remote!” When that didn’t result in any remote being found, I stomped a bit harder. “God, I’m just getting pissed. Yes, I’m throwing a temper-tantrum! But you know how this unwinds me! COME ON!” I sat on the couch, and pouted. I contemplated throwing the flashlight in my hand into the couch as a show of my utter frustration. I sulked. I knew where the remote should have been, and was not.
I took one last deep breath, and looked once more where I thought the remote was. Shining the flashlight towards the ground, I found it peeking out of a pumpkin basket, where my daughter must have placed it. Deep sigh, and then, in a subdued and embarrassed voice………..