That’s me, the grumpy old troll and I should live under a bridge. I am not a very nice person these days.
I was just called upstairs to two very distressed children. The cause of their distress – a moth that was flying around their room as a result of the balcony door being opened. Instead of being all concerned about the kids fear I was annoyed. I wanted to know why they were afraid of a moth, something that they would normally want to try and catch to make a pet, why were they so irrational. Oh and why were they awake an hour after going to bed! I was annoyed that I had to chase a moth around their room through all of their mess. I was annoyed that it was me who had to fix things again. Eventually I got the moth out of their room but not out of the house so I simply shut their door and said goodnight through the door and reminded them that they should be asleep already. Then for good measure I reminded them that if they didn’t clean up the mess of their room tomorrow Halloween would be cancelled and stomped off downstairs.
When I got downstairs the realisation hit me – they are just kids, little kids, a 6 and 7 year old. I really should show some more compassion and stop being a total bitch. They aren’t the reason I am tired and irrational. I really shouldn’t take out my annoyance on my family they don’t deserve it. All this on top of being told by man-child that I am ‘officially nicer to the cat than I am to him’. This grumpy old troll needs to climb out from under the bridge and morph into something that loosely resembles a person and ideally a person that can be a decent partner and parent. Bring on the weekend and a slight possibility of sleep.