One of my few personal strengths is patience. I can endure a lot and I can be pushed pretty far by other people before I snap. I'm generally a fairly peaceful person.
I haven't always been this way, but time and life has mellowed me.
I still get angry, though. I get annoyed. My anger manifests itself as stress and frustration.
I don't often get mad at people, though. I get mad at situations. I don't know if this is common, but it seems to be the SOP for me. I often have to tell my husband, "Yes, I'm mad. No, I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at the situation."
To him, there doesn't seem to be much difference. I'm still grouchy and snapping. I suppose I'm still directing my anger at him, but it's not really meant for him, and inside me I understand that.
Yesterday I had Parent/Teacher Conferences for the kids. I told him about them more than a month in advance. I reminded him to ask for that afternoon off every few days or so (not to nag, he actually needs me to do this because he has a lot of obligations, and he won't remember if I don't remind him from time to time). He assured me all along that it would be no problem.
Well, his old unit is being disbanded and he is being placed with a new unit. Right now he's in limbo...not really in his old unit, not really in his new one, either. He's been in this limbo for about two days now. There was no way he could get free...not because he had really important work to be doing, but because of the weird situation without a clear cut chain of command.
When he told me I would be going by myself, I was mad. I was mad because he had insisted he would be there. I was mad because I've had to go to so many conferences by myself and now that he's actually home I really wanted him to be there...his presence says "family" to me. I was mad because I think it's important for us both to have "face time" with the teachers and because there's information that I may forget or not express properly so it would be better for him to hear it directly. And I was mad because I would have to wrangle both boys by myself while talking with the teachers.
I think these are all good reasons for me to be mad. I was snippy to him. He told me, "Brandie, it's not my fault. I wanted to be there. Don't you think that if I could, I would?" I wasn't mad AT HIM. I tried to express that to him. But I guess I just seemed mad at him. I wasn't. Just frustrated with the situation. I knew it wasn't his fault.
This morning as I prepared to make coffee, I noticed that the coffee pot had been left on all day and all night since yesterday morning. There was coffee burnt onto the bottom of the pot. I was angry. Not at him. It wasn't his fault. I mean, he made the coffee yesterday, and he had the opportunity to turn it off, but so did I. It wasn't his fault. In fact, it was MORE my fault than anything because I'd been home most of the day and I had cooked dinner and failed to notice that the pot was still on.
He felt that I was angry at him. I wasn't. Just pissed off that I had to scrub the baked on coffee off the pot and at the thought of all the bad things that could have happened with the pot being on so long.
I think this is probably something I need to work on. How do I channel my frustration at a situation so that my loved ones don't feel accused? A solo Parent/Teacher Conference or a burned coffee pot are nothing to cause family discord over.
I mean, I don't yell about it. But I tense up. I complain. My body language expresses my anger more than any words I might say. How do I deal with those feelings without hurting anyone else? And how do I teach my children to deal with their frustration when I wear mine on my sleeve?
Ugh.