When I am unable to accomplish something with Burt, I don’t stay calm.
Burt, sounding reasonable, tells me to calm down. This guidance is wise.
My panicking and consequently screaming louder at him tends to have the unwelcome opposite effect. He has done nothing wrong as he is quick to point out. For the most part, he has done nothing.
He hasn’t finished his dinner as I asked him to; he is still sitting in the chair and not going to the bedroom. His inertia is generally accompanied by a good deal of chatter.
It’s the chatter that triggers me. And the fact that I can’t get him to comply.
Calm down is sage advice.
It might not get him moving any faster, but it won’t have him puzzled at the ill treatment he’s suffering.
When I don’t scream at him, he is more likely to cooperate at some point and at his own pace. It’s a slow speed, but when I am calm, I can wait it out.
this is our life 