My huge mistake became evident when Mister G unwrapped the package of paper towels and put the first roll on the counter near me. I confess, I may have had a tiny tantrum, which may or may not have started with an expletive or two (#itdid), followed by some masterful blame shifting, “WHY DID YOU OPEN THE PACKAGE???? DIDN'T YOU SEE THEY WERE PRINTED????” Yes, I see what I did here. But clearly my screw up needed to be someone else's fault. #sigh
His
response: “It’s okay! So we’ll
get to look at printed paper towels for awhile. Maybe it’ll be GOOD for us.
Haha.” The nerve.
Does he actually
understand that the package I bought contains 12 select-a-size rolls
and we are a tiny family of 2 who tries to limit our use (#savingtheplanet)??? This could go on for awhile and I don’t see how staring at these goofy printed paper towels that totally disrupt the carefully curated vibe of my pretty kitchen is going to HELP me. What's wrong with him?
Ok. So, is this
really about the paper towels? I mean, seriously, it’s a $15 mistake. Give the stupid things to someone who
doesn’t care what they look like and move the heck on with your life. But
as I obsess reflect on this over the next couple of days, I
realize there's probably a bigger issue behind the issue here. Ya think? What
was up with the mini tantrum? They’re. Just. Paper. Towels. One thing I know
from experience is that when my response to something is out of proportion to
what actually happened, then it's probably time to do a little excavating.
#bringouttheshovel
I got curious about
the subject of blame shifting, took my search to the world wide web and learned
a few things. My biggest takeaway was in the discovery that we sometimes blame shift when we ourselves
don’t measure up to our own standards. I realized as I was leaving the
Costco parking lot that I forgot the ONE most important item on my 5-item list
(frozen mangos), which then cost me another 25 minutes of hassle by the time I
went back and got them. So when I came home and discovered I had made yet
another mistake, my angry outburst directed toward my G was really about my own
irritation with myself. I mean, a
5-item grocery list ain't exactly rocket science. Two trips to
the store and I still couldn't get it right put me in perfect position for some
warped thinking. Let's take a ride on the crazy train of self-loathing.
So it's a
self-esteem issue, right? Well, yes. And, no. I mean, I'm all in favor of
positive self-affirmations (#iAMsomebody) and encouragement from others about
how great I am (#yougogirl) but for me, that good news has to originate from a firmer foundation to resonate deeply and really stick. Like, for example, coming right from the God of the
Universe, the center of my gravity, my very reason for being, the One who
created me with His own imprint, who loves me with a love that transcends
anything I can understand, and forgives me over and over and over. Yes, even
when I buy stupid printed paper towels. Man, if I had a firm grip on that, I'd
never feel like I need to blame anyone else for my mistakes because I am
completely loved and accepted and nothing, no-thing, can separate me from it! Damn straight!!! (Did you know
that's kind of another way of saying "amen?")
I haven't decided if
I'll keep those paper towels just to see if I learn something from staring at
them every day for, like, ever. Perhaps
if I stare long enough, then look up at the ceiling and blink a few times I'll
see the face of Jesus and he'll be saying, "Remember how much I love
you." I think that only happens in stories I see on Facebook, though, so
maybe I'll just pass them off to someone else and move on from this whole
thing so I can free up this space in my mind to obsess reflect
on other such matters of great significance. I'll tell you what,
though. If I do stick
with the uglies, I'm pretty sure I'll need to buy a single roll of whites. You
know, for when company comes. #hidetheprintedtowels And oh, don't you know
there's an issue behind that too but I've already put my shovel away for the
night.