why is it?

Everyday, in the hustle and bustle to get out the door, my children inevitably leave the front door open. I'm not talking a little bit open; I'm talking wide open. I'm talkng you could drive a semi through my front door open.

What gets my dander up is not the draft of cold air that wraps itself around my ankles as I settle into the first cup of coffee of the day, it's the fact that if that door is going to be closed at all I am going to have to do it myself. And what can really get my panties in a twist is the thought that that was why they didn't close the door in the first place. Because they knew I would!

Which makes me wonder: Why is it we are willing to do "whatever we can" to help the people of Haiti pick up the pieces after a devastating earthquake but we go ballistic if we have to pick our children's socks up off the floor one more time? And why is it we will clean for a neighbor in need but if our husband leaves the dishes to soak in the sink we fly into a rage? I wish I knew.