I slammed my door today. The door to my office.
I was frustrated. My computer was acting up. Andrew and the boys were having fun in the living room. Playing a game. Music blaring. I couldn’t concentrate. I was pissed that I wasn’t having fun and they were. I had work to do. I was behind. With no end in sight.
I called out for them to turn the music down.
I tried again and again.
And I slammed the office door.
Was it mature? A good example?
But it sure felt good.