Sweatin' the Small Stuff

Terry and I had a fight this morning.  He was wearing my socks (again)!  My once white, Lulu Lemon socks.  I was really mad.  Not only are they all dirty now with red dust that gets into everything, but they are all stretched out.  And they are mine.

I realized as I was walking into town to meet someone, that I really needed to be mad at Terry for wearing my socks... my Lulu Lemon socks.  This morning I needed a cadillac problem.  I needed to feel like I had control over something.  The socks weren't the last straw for me, they were something of a lifeline.  Some normal, ridiculous problem that is easy to place blame (Terry's fault) and easy to solve (Terry will have to buy me new socks).  I got to assert my will until he said sorry and promised to buy me new socks.  Just like that, problem solved. 

Sigh, if only everything were that easy.