I am developing a very odd pet peeve, and it’s that I hate it when everyone rushes to ask me if I am okay when I squeal with frustration or drop something in the kitchen.
It took us forever to teach the children that when someone is hurt, an appropriate response is to show concern, and ask if they are alright, and offer to help, and definitely NOT to just continue playing Legos as if all was well in the world.
But now I find it has gone too far and every time I yelp because I’ve been splattered by bacon (which happens OFTEN), or drop some tupperware on the floor with a clatter, or exclaim in frustration because I forgot about the pancakes and now they are burned, three little voices are right there all up in my business with a concerned, “Are you okay??” And to that I say a) I am not okay, per se, but I’m not dying or anything, and b) there’s nothing they can do, and c) making a bigger deal about it than I am already making (like the big baby I am) makes me more angry, so d) you and your FREAKING CONCERN are likely to get snapped at in a most unjust manner.
So now I have a new rule, NO ASKING IF MOMMY IS OKAY. Please be LESS NICE to your mother. Please ignore me and allow me to suffer in peace while you quietly suffer in guilt at your complete impotence over there somewhere.
I feel like I am the very HEIGHT of Scrooge on this, don’t you?