Aggravated
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRAhggh...ahem. Men - a word of advice should you be fathers of daughters one day: ***learn how to do the laundry, otherwise never ever touch it*** My dad put ALL my *hand-wash* delicates together in the washing machine in one super-duper load. We're talking - silks, knits, linens, cotton, dresses, sweaters, pants, tops - ALL TOGETHER IN ONE LOAD. Causualty - blue splotches on one of my favourite white cable-knit Tommy H sweaters. Ruined! Ruined! Ruined! The colour from my *black* *dress* ran onto my *white* *sweater*. I'm picky about my clothing care. I hand wash a lot of stuff. This is why I'm so irked!
I'm really really aggrevated - and I know it's shallow; but arhhhhhhhhhhhg.
Ok, enough venting. I shall wear this ruined sweater regardless because I'm not paying $75 to buy a new one.
I've been failing at being patient. Today my dad and I got into an argument as well over writing this letter to our lawyer. I think I share his anger gene. If he get's angry, I will instantly get angry. It was so hard - I tried to control it; but then I just felt pushed to the edge and I got real mad. I know why - I was trying to deal with it on my own; not letting it go; not praying on the spot for God to take it away; for God to give me that patient heart of Jesus.
Sigh.
Back to lamenting about my sweater...RUINED RUINED RUINED RUINED RUINED!!!
Ruined.
Ruined.
Ruined..
Monday, June 13, 2005
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3 Comments:
I *totally* get it about the laundry...that's awful...I've trained my parents not to touch my laundry without specific instructions from me. I also hide a lot of the delicate stuff. Which just means it doesn't get washed. Yes. I smell.
Now that I've had my 24 hour cool off period, and lamented my sweater, I really do confess my lack of patience. Truly. I know my dad was just trying to help - given that my mom has fractured her foot and is pretty immobile, my dad has really tried hard to pick up the slack. As for me, I continue to be busy with my other aspects of life and still am scarce at home. This is bad. Had done the laundry on a timely basis, this would not have happend. I shant blame my dad; in fact I'm really thankful for him - that he's ultra responsible, a non-procrastinator and like to get things done. I thank God for him truly. He's been so patient with my stubborness too! :D
I was going to rant about Shabba T being a terror in the kitchen, and leaving the oven on while she goes on her supposed short adventures to the mall or whatever....but she redeemed herself by being speaking nicely about her dad.....so I will keep the Shabba T - 88A McDougall stories to a minimum......
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