Arguing with objects

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 I find myself getting mad at inanimate objects quite often. I've learned over the years that the anger radiating from me at the moment is not meant for those poor objects but for my kids. How about I just take you through a few scenarios (that have actually happened).


**My children love to drive me the craziest when I'm trying to cook dinner. That is when I started arguing with the onion skin. "Damn onion skins, you just don't know when back off! I mean seriously, why must you be so damn difficult!" 🧅**

** "How come you never have any matches. You go into the damn wash together but yet you always end up alone." Socks, am I right? 🧦**

** "Why are you always in the middle of the damn floor?! You just lay there without a care in the world, right out in the open. You need to move." That poor backpack didn't deserve that at all. 🎒**

** "So, what, you just got up and walked away? You were sitting right there before the kids got on the bed and now you've just disappeared! SERIOUSLY!" Yeah, the TV remote gets my anger more than anything else sometimes.🎛 **

** "The kids keep telling me they don't have any, but then I find you everywhere, all over the damn house. Can't seem to fold yourself but you can at least try. I mean, come on, we have closets, dressers, and hangers for Christ's sake!" Yeah, the clothes in my house don't stand a chance against my anger.👚 **

** "Are we trying to build a tower here? Is it time to play Jenga with the damn dishes? How about you learn to wash yourself huh? Ever try that?" I talk to my dishes, what's it to you? If I was to say this stuff to my kids, would it be any different? 🧫**

** "Are you magicians? How do you all seem to disappear the minute you enter my room? I always get stuck with the only one that looks like it's been shrunk, chewed, and tossed in the air. Everyone else has a nice lush towel and this is what I'm stuck with, COME ON!" Yeah, towels. I don't fight as much with the towels. I do get upset when I have to take a shower with the one towel that everyone in the house hates. 💧**

Now, these are just a few of the many conversations I have had with the objects in my house. I've tried having the same conversations with my children (sometimes I tad bit nicer) but do they listen either, 90-95% of the time the answer is going to be "no". So, I will continue to have these one-sided angry conversations with the objects in my house.😠 

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