Reframing expanded

This morning I thought of a post from Pepper Vintage. This is kind of long but give a few minutes to explain.

I was angry going to bed last night. I live at home with my mom, aunt, and son. My aunt is a very negative person and a taker.  My mom is a very passive person and this drives me nuts.  I don't know where I went wrong with my son, well actually looking back I could have done so many things differently. My son has a very unappreciative attitude like most of the children these days. Except he is thirty-five. 

Yesterday began with a 530 a.m. wake up to watch my grandson. It was a wonderful day of smiles and laughter from him. I looked around my son's home and was instantly more proud of him and his wife. I thought how far all of my kids have come from their infancy.  My oldest is a chef and a very good one. My daughter is headed for a great career in forensics and is excited about it all. However, I digress to yesterday. When I got home at six I was hungry and tired. We did not have anything in the refrigerator that I wanted to eat so I took myself to dinner. I got back around eight and immediately went to bed. Thirty minutes into my winding down someone beats on my door like they are the police. It was my uncle Robert bringing me a Christmas present. My uncle, my mom, and aunt thought it was funny. I did not. I went back to bed. By now it is close to ten p.m. and the lights are off and all I can hear is yelling, stomping and banging. I want to say something so badly but don't because I respect my mother. This noise continues until midnight. I cannot sleep with a lot of noise in the house. I do not sleep well anyway. I have sleep apnea and am not using my machine because I lost my cord when I moved here years ago. I am furious when I finally am able to go to sleep. 

I woke up this morning furious. I went to clean the kitchen. Last night there were only a few dishes to be cleaned. I thought okay I have not been here but I will help out. Nope........ this morning it is a disaster area.  Empty food containers and trays with garbage laying on the counter. I wanted coffee first but someone had used both of my personal mugs and left them in the sink. (I never put my mugs in the sink) The coffee pot is dirty. Uggggggggggggggggggg I am furious. I clean my cups make a pot of coffee. This house is so cluttered I am on the verge of throwing it all away. I am so mad I want to eat something, have a stiff drink, punch someone in the face.

I got my breakfast and coffee and went back to my room. I sat and started going through facebook and thought why am I angry? None of this all bothers anyone but me.  Am I crazy? I saw a post that made me think about gratefulness. I began to reframe the whole situation. Yes, some people are inconsiderate and selfish but I do not have to be like that.

My thought process began to change. I have so many other things for which I am truly grateful. God picked me to wake this morning. It was a beautiful morning. It is peaceful in the house and I have time to think study, write and yes clean the kitchen in peace. I am healthy. I have a wonderful profession that I enjoy and jobs that I do not consider work. Yesterday I got to have a wonderful talk with my beautiful daughter in law Jessica. Jessica's parents are wonderful people that are not only family but becoming great friends as well.  I spent the last two days alone with my grandson. Something that I normally do not get to do because I work six days a week.  I was able to cook dinner for my son Metin and daughter in law and help them a little more. I had dinner with friends purely by accident at our favorite spot Texas Roadhouse Spring. I began a new afghan that hopefully will find a good home.

Reframing this situation I can feel the calm return. I am at peace within myself. I am ready for the rest of the day.