Turnaround Day

It's a good thing that I took my own advice yesterday and cooled down before I sat down to write my blog.  Irate is not a good state of mind to think, let alone put words on paper (or on-line).  After my mental timeout and upon reflection, a disaster of an afternoon was salvaged.
     Something was amiss yesterday.  The stars were misaligned.  The tea leaves were scrambled.  There was a disturbance in the Force.  It was Battle Royale in the Chin household.  It start innocuously, like many of these events do.  Demi and I had gone off to the supermarket on a weekly food & supplies run.  Demi had planned out a week's worth of meals, including the days she won't be around (off on a girls weekend with the Island Ladies.  I use the term "Ladies" loosely....).  When we grabbed our carriages, Demi reached into her pocket for her food list to divide up.  Empty.  Other pocket.  Empty.  The list was back on the kitchen table.  Now with technology, this should be simple.  Call one of the boys and have them text a picture of it.  Simple, right?  Teenage attitude says otherwise.  Coco couldn't be bothered to pause his game.  He gave Demi all kinds of hell.  When he finally succumbed, he ended up finding an old list.  So when Demi called back to inform him of the error, it escalated.  She tried to call Caz and he wasn't answering.  I called Caz and he reacted well.  He must have passed Coco on the stairs who informed Caz that he was going to handle attempt #3.  Coco finally got the right list, but the photo was blurry.  Demi and I muddled through.
     The effects lingered though.  Demi decided upon our return that the time was right to inform me of my error in where I chose to place the dog's leash and coat.  I didn't react well to that.  I felt there was some misplaced anger and voice just that opinion.  The boys were slow to my call of coming to carry in the groceries.  Caz made his way down but Coco still could not pry himself away from the game.  So I pulled the WiFi.  Problem solved, right?  Coco blew a nutty.  Drinks were spilled.  Stuff was thrown.  Screaming.  The whole nine yards.  Anger not in proportion to the offense.  Caz took some friendly fire was for the most part was unscathed.  We all went to our corners of the house and cooled down.  I thought for sure the night was shot.  But pleasantly surprised, I was wrong.
     Demi executed her plan to create the perfect sandwich for the family to eat during the Patriots game.  I helped her set the table, affix the accouterments, procure the drinks, and clean up.  The boys came to the living room to eat.  Everyone was in a much better mood.  The banter was friendly.  We all enjoyed watching the game.  And to top it all off, the Patriots won.  We must have been inspired by Capt. Comeback himself, Tom Brady.