I was having a small (large) fit this morning. My YETTI coffee mug was missing. I was frantically looking for it to fill before I left the house. It wasn’t there. I called my daughter. No answer. I texted. I called again.

“Do you know where my green Yetti is?” I asked.

“I thought you were using the white one. It had coffee in it. I took the green one,” she said innocently.

“I told you why I filled up the white one. I wasn’t using it. I had made a fresh pot of coffee to go in MY YETTI coffee mug,” I SCREAMED.

“Well, I’m sorry. I thought you were using the other one,” she said.

I grabbed the white one since I was going to be running late now. I filled it with coffee and rushed out of the house holding my many bags plus my water bottle.

As I went to get in my car, the coffee spilled all over my new dress.

I STARTED SCREAMING. I WROTE A NASTY TEXT TO MY DAUGHTER. Thankfully I deleted it before hitting send which was very mature, especially for me in my (unattractive) mood.

I drove up the road, trying to pour cold water from my water holder on my dress to try to blot out the coffee stains. All it did was make my dress completely wet.

The rain didn’t help my mood. I ranted on several TikToks, and deleted most of them. I was drinking an XS energy drink which happens to be full of B vitamins. After about an hour, several voicemails and rants, I started calming down.

My daughter kept texting me that she was sorry.

My son called. I ranted to him. When he could finally get a word in, he said something that altered my perspective on the (stupid) coffee mug and spill issue.

“I went to the hospital last night,” he said.

“WHAT?”

“I hit my head when I fell when I was reffing hockey,” he said.

“Did you go by ambulance?”

“I drove myself,” he said. “They let me go after a few minutes.”

“Well, if you don’t feel well, go back,” I said.

He promised that he would and that he would see the chiropractor. That is what I do when I have an injury. It pre-empts the second and third day injury effect.

My daughter texted me sorry again.

“I forgive you and it’s over. No big deal. It’s not that important.”

“By the way, Jesse went to the hospital last night……”

“WHAT?”

This puts life in perspective. AND, I forgive myself for my reaction. It was a cumulative effect over the last few weeks and a missing coffee mug threw me into the abyss for about an hour.

I forgive my humanity. And my son is ok, thank God.