It is my house, and I can be wherever I want and whenever I want.
No one can tell me I can’t.
Last week, the HVAC technician was working on my furnace. I knew I shouldn’t have sat on the steps and watched him. I shouldn’t have been asking so many questions and asking how much this was going to cost. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked him if he knew what he was doing, and where was his mentor. He shouldn’t have told me to go away. I stomped upstairs like a six-year-old child and grabbed my phone. My wife asked what was wrong, and I told her how I felt. I was going to call the HVAC company and tell them he was rude and they should fire me. She took my phone and told me it was time to relax. She told me to calm down and think about what I was doing before acting. She listened to my complaints, and it wasn’t until I finished talking that I realized she was trying to keep from laughing. She told me I sounded like our son when he got caught sneaking out of the window. I began arguing, but I realized she was right. I was keeping the HVAC technician from doing his job, and every minute he was there, was adding to my HVAC bill. I also realized that while I was hassling him with questions about his ineptitude, I was also causing him to get upset, and that’s what causes stupid mistakes.