“Sorry mom, but the reason I did this was...”
I stopped her right there. I knew where this was going... another 5 or 10 minute conversation, with me listening to an excuse or a motive that I really didn’t care to entertain, mostly because I was exhausted, but also because I knew this wasn’t going to get the paper off the floor.
“I don’t care about your reason. What’s done is done. What are we going to do about it now?”, I said.
“But mom I had a good reason to do that”. She was convinced that if she could tell me why, somehow I would be happier.
“This is not a situation where your reason is important. This is a situation that requires action… and maybe an apology...”