I’m a firm believer in picking your battles. That there are some things just not worth fighting over. Don’t make a mountain out of a molehill. You’ve gotta know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em.
There’s no need to go on, right?
This is especially true in parenthood, where if I chose to get riled up over every little thing I would never be anything else. Most of life is just not that big a deal and I simply don’t have it in me. I would lose my mind. Trying to keep them alive worries me enough.
So I pick my battles.
But this isn’t a mantra left merely for parenthood. It flows over into everyday life. There are certain issues, however, that are worth the fight.
Such as toilet paper.
My mom watches my daughter a few days a week for an hour or so just so I can run errands. Often it seems, she has to refill the toilet paper holder while she’s here. Now, I appreciate that she does this. It’s better than leaving it empty. But every time she puts the new roll on, she does so with the toilet paper going over. And then I have to fix it. Because it’s my house, damn it.
Our toilet paper does not go over here. It must go under.
Over or under? It’s a fight worth going to battle over. That’s right, we can take this outside. A knock-down, drag-out brawl I refuse to lose. Oh, Mom, it is so on.