I like to think of myself as a relaxed, laid back kind of person. I can go with the flow, as they say. I’m great at chilaxing, as long as I have total control over what’s happening. I’m not a control freak or anything like that. I just like things done a certain way, at a certain time, preferably by me.
For example, my husband cooked breakfast this morning. While sitting in the living room, I could hear the oatmeal bubbling away in the pot. He didn’t seem to be stirring it at all, so I kept going into the kitchen to check on it. I didn’t want to interfere, so I didn’t touch the pot the oatmeal was in. Instead, I wandered into the kitchen and looked at him sitting at the bar checking emails for a while. When he didn’t get the telepathic message to go stir the oatmeal that I was trying to convey with my stare, I finally said, “That oatmeal sure is bubbling a lot.”
My husbanded nodded and continued his extremely important email checking.
“Maybe I should stir it,” I said.
“Nah, I got it,” he said, but still he didn’t move. “Go back to what you were doing. I’m making the oatmeal.”
I went back to the living room, but the sound of the oatmeal bubbling and possibly burning to the bottom of the pot nearly made me a crazy person. I know I’m already crazy, but this was making me straitjacket and padded cell crazy. When I returned to the kitchen to check on the oatmeal, he was still checking emails.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to make the oatmeal?” I asked.
“I’m just letting the extra water boil off,” he said.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I gave it a stir. It was just going to be a quick turn of the spoon, but once you start you can’t stop. I was stirring away like a mad woman when my husband kicked me out of the kitchen again. That didn’t matter much though because I had accomplished my mission. The oatmeal was well stirred and was fit for eating.