Your cloth looks pretty new and I would be pretty frustrated in your shoes. I don’t want to tell you how to feel, but perhaps I could add a little bit of levity to the situation.
Instead of working a regular job, my wife always looked after all our nieces and nephews and close friends kids so both of their parents could work.
One weekend my wife’s grandma gave us this almost brand new really nice couch we never could have afforded. I told my wife I was going to get a cover for it and only take it off when company came over. People would walk in and think, “dang this place is full of a bunch of busted up crap,” but then they would see that couch and hear heaven’s golden chorus sing and realize we were respectable folk.
The rule was no drinks outside of the kitchen, but when you have 6 or 7 kids all needing something from you… I got home from work the first day after we got it and my wife told me my nephew Matthew spilled red kool aid all over one of the cushions. The cushion was sewed in and you couldn’t flip it.
“Line up!”
Several tiny faces stared up at me as I railed about rules and not being able to have nice things. I was giving the lecture to all, but it was Matthew who got the eye contact most of the time. I thought I was getting through to him when I watched him turn to his sister Leiah and whisper something in her ear. She immediately started giggling.
“What is so funny young lady!?”
“He says your new couch is gonna be an old couch someday.”
From the mouths of babes. I do believe I quit caring so much about “stuff” that day.
That couch has rotted in a landfill by now. I treasure those memories of drinking half sour kool aid and playing with those kids in my busted up house.