I messed up. I admit it.
I wrote down two instead of three and arrive an hour early for a scheduled cookie decorating class I am meant to lead. Because I need to grab my kids off the bus at four, I can’t fix the mistake.
I do the only thing I can. I call the activities director to apologize.
“I’m so, so sorry,” I start. “This was completely my fault.”
“Yes, it was,” she huffs back. “It’s completely unacceptable.”
“I agree.” This sets her back a bit.
“Absolutely unacceptable,” she says again. Again, I agree. It’s hard to yell at someone who’s agreeing with you.
I don’t tell her that I’m disappointed, too. I don’t tell her I’ve spent hours baking and mixing icings, gathering sprinkles and copying recipes to share. I don’t do anything but hold the phone to my ear and let her yell.
Sometimes it’s the only way to let a person get her anger out.