Frustrations
How irritating. It's 3:00am. I come upstairs after straightening out one of my desk drawers. I'm pleased with the result. I also cleaned out my purse. However, when I got back upstairs, I still had receipts and other odds and ends strewn across my bed. I began filing everything and I also sorted some change that had been in my wallet. The coins made some noise as they rolled down and fell into their respective containers. My dad woke up and asked me if I was going to get on a "regular sleep schedule" during my week's vacation since, in his estimation, it would "help me." What doesn't "help me" is being bothered when I'm just trying to mind my own business and get to bed. Instead I get angry, frustrated, and I bristle at my dad's advice when he feels the need to throw his two cents in when nobody came to him about any issues in the first place. Then, when I tell him that I might be able to get back on track more easily without someone in my ear about it, he can't just leave it at that; he has to keep instigating and he just ends up making mountains out of mole hills. He distracted me from what I was doing, and instead of being relaxed and ready for bed, I'm tense and uptight. Now I'm up even later than I would have been otherwise, since I had to deal with that interruption and the resulting emotions. So Dad, thanks for trying to "help," but maybe the next time I ask you to "leave me alone," you could possibly respect my wishes instead of causing me this distress. Thanks.
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