I lost it.
I was completely and immediately frustrated. I couldn’t get it to work. For no good reason at all. My wife had to come and do it for me, because I was irate.
Who would have thought that something as simple as spraying spray foam insulation around a window would drive a relatively calm man to this point?
As I fumed downstairs and my wife quickly did what I couldn’t, I tried to figure out what my problem was. Sure, I’d never done spray foam insulation before, but it was as easy as point and click. Really, it shouldn’t have frustrated me so much.
It wasn’t until I came across this line in Jim Daly’s latest book, When Parenting Isn’t Perfect, that I understood my meltdown. And not just with the spray foam. But also the frustration that comes over me when I don’t quite cut it as a father. Continue reading “When Spray Foam and Perfection Collide”
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