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Prompt: Minor mishaps. Which kinds of minor mishaps annoy you the most, minor mishaps such ah getting drenched in the rain, dropping something, annoying phone calls, etc. Then, when such a thing happens, how do you handle it at the moment that it happens? *** I think it depends on what else is going on or what my general emotional state is as to whether I will get annoyed with the minor mishap or just laugh it off. I can have a short fuse - so I may erupt like a mini volcano. Or I can shut down in a type of denial and ignore it. I can be short and snappy for a couple of hours. Or I can laugh at myself and the situation. It's a bit like Russian roulette - you never know what's going to happen. I remember being caught out in the rain with no coat while I ran to catch a bus and finding it funny despite the fact I still had a 40-minute journeys on the bus and my clothes were clinging to me. I remember being caught out in the rain during a run and being soaked through - but actually enjoying it. But equally I remember stepping in a puddle that was deeper than I thought on my way to work, my shoes and socks getting completely soaked through, and being extremely agitated by it - I had to walk around bare foot in the office until they dried. It's swing and roundabouts. I hate it when we run out of milk in the morning; when the kids use the last of it up by drowning their cereal, and there is nothing left for my tea; especially when most of it is left in the bottom of the bowl... I'm then grumpy until I get to the cafe or shops. I handle stubbing my toes, or banging by elbow way better than my husband, who swears like a trooper. But both of those are minor compared to the list of accidents and injuries I can gotten into over the years - which is probably why they are nothing more than water off a duck's back. I used to burn my wrists on the shelves in the oven frequently (once a week). I'm not sure how or why, but every time I would reach in a retrieve a tray, I would catch the side of my wrist. I would be bound with special burn plasters and wrappings to the point that my work colleagues if I had something I wanted/needed to tell them (I looked like an advert for self-harm). They were minor mishaps that I still have the scars for. Not major events that really mattered and too frequent to get overly dramatic about. It became a running joke in work that one year at Christmas the Sales Director bought me oven gloves and plasters. My son once (recently) flooded the bathroom. He covered the drain in the shower, and it flowed up and over the shower basin and covered the floor with half an inch of water. There was so much water that is leaked through the ceiling into the toilet downstairs that it looked like an indoor water feature through the light/fan. It could have blown the electrics - it didn't. The floor could have been damaged and needed replacing - it didn't. I'm still not sure why he didn't just turn off the shower. He was six at the time. It took ages to clean up. Nearly every towel in the house. I was fuming - shouted a lot. My son felt very guilty. I felt guilty for shouting... in the grand scheme of things it was a minor inconvenience. 40 minutes later the tiles were dry, a bucket was collecting the residual waterfall, and the carpet in the hall was starting to dry. I know when I'm under the pump and stressed, or there have been a series of things that have gone wrong, the smallest thing will break "the camel's back" and I will crack - cry - shut down. It's like the safety valve for the rest of the world, so that I don't commit murder... It's my way of recalibrating. |