Two of my kids are wearing braces. They use these little rubber bands. Those bands end up all over the house. The car. The driveway.
It drives me crazy, as I’m related to Monk. So I could whine about that to my sons. Or demand that they pick them up and dispose of them. (I’ve done both.)
Or I could let it drop.
I’ve tried to change their behavior on this. No luck. I realized that I needed to step back and spend my critical energy on things that are far more important. They can only take in so much criticism, so I need to use it wisely.
Even if you’re not a parent, you can apply this to just about any relationship. Go forth and do so.
And you have to really look carefully at the photo to see just how small the rubber band is (5 mm or .2″.)