"Mom, Can you please go get the juice boxes?"
"You don't have any?"
"I do, but they're for skiing"
Well, we can't find them. So I cut into my ski supply. After I'm feeling better, we find the rest of the supply. And then I re-fill for the ski day. Nothing happened. It all worked out. But during the in between time I was angry. It wasn't anyone's fault. But it sucked. I wanted to be angry at someone, but I knew that I couldn't be. So I stewed by myself. And I wasn't low enough that the blame came to the surface.