Ok folks, tell us your temper tantrums. You know the ones, the ones where you threw a temper tantrum and realized later how childish you acted. No one will judge you here. I will go first.
I threw a temper tantrum yesterday, on Christmas eve of all times. There are two churches we attend. One on a pretty regular basis cuz the sermons are outstanding. The worship part is pretty snooze worthy, but we tough it out cuz the sermons are always great. The other church is farther away, bigger and bolder, and the worship is always phenomenal. Think "Commercialized" with lots of flare. But the worship is so awesome that we have been brought to tears it is so good. However the sermons are vague, little substance fluff with very little actual scripture that is used. I mean really... they flash the scripture verse on the screen for 5 seconds and you dont have enough time to write down the reference for future needs. So, when we want to worship, we go to one, and when we want meat and potatoes, we go to the other.
Yesterday was Christmas eve and we wanted some real worship and inspiration so we decided to go to the big flashy church. We checked the listings online to make sure we knew what time to show up. There was an area online that said you could reserve seating, but we are not snobby schmucks, so we dont do the reservations. We show up an hour ahead of time, but it turns out all seating is reserved. ALL of it. ALL OF IT. As in, the whole church! EVERY SEAT was saved for those that reserved seats and the rest of us 'not snobby schmucks' had to sit outside in the atrium to see the service! They said that unless you had a reserved ticket, you had to wait till 10 minutes before the start of the service, and they would open up the seating so that us walk-ins could grab a seat that was not claimed by the reserved person. I was livid. I was beyond livid. I was furious that there were hundreds of people standing on the sidelines hoping to get a seat while 99% of the seats were empty waiting for their person to show up. As we left, I snapped at every group of 'greeters' that we passed by. The ones in the balcony, the ones on the main floor, the ones in the atrium and the ones at the door. "This is ridiculous! Hundreds of people here and there is no place to sit! NO PLACE! What kind of a setup do you guys run here! This is horrible! We are leaving! We are going to a DIFFERENT CHURCH! AAARRRGH!"
We left and drove 30 minutes to our regular church and wound up having a great evening. I spent most of it asking Jesus to forgive my very VERY unChristian behavior. Ugh... why do I have to have such a short fuse?! I mean I still think it was rediculous, and I now vow we will never set foot in that place again, (what church thinks it is ok to turn away walk ins?!) but why why why did I have to be the crazy redhead?!
Sounds like more of a show masquerading as church.
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I totally get it. When I was in high school, the church I went to was VERY popular for Christmas Eve service. I remember more than 1 year getting to church on Christmas Eve (early even) and someone would be sitting in my seat. The seat I had sat in the other 51 weeks of the year. And yes, I was annoyed. They can't be bothered to show up any other time, but that one night I had to go squish into the corner because of them. And yes, there was plenty of muttering that bordered on a tantrum.
We stopped going on Christmas Eve. I really don't want to fight the crowds. And, if there wasn't a seat, we would have just left and gone to pick up some Chinese food, lol.
But, yeah, i have had my share of tantrums over the years, of course! lol
My biggest tantrum trigger is when i am working my arse off around the house andthe kids are lounging and can't seem to notice that the dog needs to go out or something like that. I have had a hissy over that from time to time. lol
When I started at age 4 services were in a small 100 seat church.
It grew to over 2000 in a 1800 seat church.
The choir couldn't come down cause there were no seats.
Chairs lined the walls.
We had a huge children's ministry as well and that was in another building.
Holidays were crazy.
Chairs were sat up in the vestibule. People stood if there were no seats.
Finally the church built a new church, seats 2500.
Thing is, we seemed to know each other.
All of us. No way would they ever dream of reserved seating unless it was something really special.
Like if we have special singers, a row is saved for them so they can get to the front easily.
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I don't know about a tantrum, but I want to leave if a kid won't behave.
Or if adults are acting like fools.
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I pretty much have mini tantrums every time DF's dad is around because, well,I don't want him around. We are on vacation visiting both of our families and we have to see his dad all damn week, so for just one night I planned a bowling night with MY family and he insisted on inviting his dad. So all night I pretty much pouted all evening and acted very childishly. I ended up ruining my own night.
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Was it a bad day?
Or was it a bad five minutes that you milked all day?
Once in awhile when I'm exhausted and someone tells me to relax but doesn't offer to help I get a little miffed and snappish.
DD is in a phase right now where she is constantly telling me to chill/calm down, etc. I don't consider that a temper tantrum, I consider it parenting when I tell her she is being rude.
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
DH tells me to calm down. The other night I calmly told him to knock it off, it was insulting and patronizing, and just a nice way of telling someone to shut the 'f' up. He felt really bad and said that was never his intention. I think he actually thought it was calming. *eyeroll*
I pretty much have mini tantrums every time DF's dad is around because, well,I don't want him around. We are on vacation visiting both of our families and we have to see his dad all damn week, so for just one night I planned a bowling night with MY family and he insisted on inviting his dad. So all night I pretty much pouted all evening and acted very childishly. I ended up ruining my own night.
Aw, I'm sorry. That really was really sucky of him.
And then she would get pissed no one came after her.
She tried to start arguments all day Christmas but we all just ignored it.
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I'm about to have a temper tantrum over cheese. My favorite type of cheese is Swiss. Just regular boring Swiss that comes from the grocery store. Well, the Boy is really into cheese, he brings all kinds of good fancy cheese. But never Swiss, which is fine. so I ask my mom, do you have Swiss cheese? I'm thinking cheese and crackers, maybe a grilled cheese. She says yes (mind you, I didn't buy any at the store the other day because she assured me she had some). I pull out the cheese, and it expired in August! Now I am all annoyed because we have all these yummy cheeses, but no Swiss which is what I really want.
It is weird... years ago I didnt have a short fuse. And even now a days, there are times where everything just rolls off my back. But other times... whooweee watch out! No fuse at all. Zero to 60 in 2.5 seconds flat! eesh~
It is weird... years ago I didnt have a short fuse. And even now a days, there are times where everything just rolls off my back. But other times... whooweee watch out! No fuse at all. Zero to 60 in 2.5 seconds flat! eesh~
Me too. I'm usually so easy going and calm about stuff. And then bam, no cheese
no, the good news, my sister just texted me that she and her husband are making a run to the good cheese place and asked me to come along. Im getting my Swiss cheese baby!
I threw a fit and hit the computer at Lowe's self-service checkout and berated it loudly today. Annoying damn thing. I hate self checkouts but the other lines were so long and I was buying TWO things. I ring it and put it in the bag - "Please remove unauthorized area from the bagging area" Blah! I just scanned it in! Then, I remove it and it does nothing. So I started cursing and slapping the computer. Then the helper comes over to finish and I snapped at her b/c the self checkouts NEVER work without help and why can't they just open another line with a person????
I should not shop when I'm hangry.
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LawyerLady
I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
It is weird... years ago I didnt have a short fuse. And even now a days, there are times where everything just rolls off my back. But other times... whooweee watch out! No fuse at all. Zero to 60 in 2.5 seconds flat! eesh~
In the months following my heart attack, I had no patience what so ever.
I would explode over the most innocent of things.
I was SOOOOO emotional all the stinking time.
I remember telling my doctor and rehab therapist that counseling should be part of the recovery process.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I threw a fit and hit the computer at Lowe's self-service checkout and berated it loudly today. Annoying damn thing. I hate self checkouts but the other lines were so long and I was buying TWO things. I ring it and put it in the bag - "Please remove unauthorized area from the bagging area" Blah! I just scanned it in! Then, I remove it and it does nothing. So I started cursing and slapping the computer. Then the helper comes over to finish and I snapped at her b/c the self checkouts NEVER work without help and why can't they just open another line with a person????
I should not shop when I'm hangry.
Hanger is bad for everyone.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
What I'm about ready to go off about is going to be more than a tantrum.
Mom did not want me, or anyone, doing anything to help with Christmas dinner.
So I didnt.
I made the sweet potatoes and that was it.
She made Christmas lunch and moaned and groaned the whole time.
Then she left after lunch to take food to mawmaw and my uncle.
She left a mess.
I couldn't stand it, cleaned it up.
Her and dad get back and she stacks the dirty dishes she took food in, up in the sink and she makes her and dad some leftovers.
And she leaves that mess.
I clean it up before bed.
I got up yesterday and she had made herself some breakfast.
She left the eggs and butter out, the skillet on the stove and grease was every where.
I clean it up.
Last night, Aaron and I go out to eat and just people watch until time to pick up Jesse.
We get back home around midnight and there was a stack of dirty pots and pans in both sides of the sink and stack of dishes beside it. The stove and counter was a mess.
I left it, went to bed.
Got up this morning and part of them were cleaned up.
I just finished the rest.
And was putting up dishes and found a dirty pan sitting to the side, with clean dishes in it.
So that was another mess.
I'm trying to get supper going, she used all my baking potatoes for mashed potatoes.
The kitchen is rearranged and very inefficient.
And apparently she has been taking food to mawmaw's and uncle's.
Now, I don't mind helping mawmaw. I'll feed her all day every day.
But uncle makes more in a week than I make a month!
Yes. I'm pissed.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
What I'm about ready to go off about is going to be more than a tantrum.
Mom did not want me, or anyone, doing anything to help with Christmas dinner.
So I didnt.
I made the sweet potatoes and that was it.
She made Christmas lunch and moaned and groaned the whole time.
Then she left after lunch to take food to mawmaw and my uncle.
She left a mess.
I couldn't stand it, cleaned it up.
Her and dad get back and she stacks the dirty dishes she took food in, up in the sink and she makes her and dad some leftovers.
And she leaves that mess.
I clean it up before bed.
I got up yesterday and she had made herself some breakfast.
She left the eggs and butter out, the skillet on the stove and grease was every where.
I clean it up.
Last night, Aaron and I go out to eat and just people watch until time to pick up Jesse.
We get back home around midnight and there was a stack of dirty pots and pans in both sides of the sink and stack of dishes beside it. The stove and counter was a mess.
I left it, went to bed.
Got up this morning and part of them were cleaned up.
I just finished the rest.
And was putting up dishes and found a dirty pan sitting to the side, with clean dishes in it.
So that was another mess.
I'm trying to get supper going, she used all my baking potatoes for mashed potatoes.
The kitchen is rearranged and very inefficient.
And apparently she has been taking food to mawmaw's and uncle's.
Now, I don't mind helping mawmaw. I'll feed her all day every day.
But uncle makes more in a week than I make a month!
Yes. I'm pissed.
Well, she's got you trained.
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LawyerLady
I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
I don't say much and do it because I don't feel like I have the right.
I owe them too much.
But it does piss me off.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I don't say much and do it because I don't feel like I have the right.
I owe them too much.
But it does piss me off.
Just don't do it if it pisses you off. You are cleaning it because you can't stand to see it left there. She obviously can, OR she knows you will clean it up, so why should she?
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LawyerLady
I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
