I was angry enough to rip the closet doors off the wall and smash them to pieces with a hammer.
Rewind about two hours: My wife kindly asked if I could fix the kids’ sliding closet doors, which had been falling off their tracks for several months. I had been strategically “prioritizing” other projects to avoid this one but was officially out of excuses.
After driving to the hardware store, losing a nut in the parking lot, and then fiddling with the closet doors for an hour, I had made essentially zero progress. In fact, I may have made things worse. I could feel frustration and tension building in my whole body with each failed attempt….