One recent day, I got angry with myself for inadvertently knocking over a radio before going to sleep. I'll admit to saying something stronger than "Mothers of invention!" Then, I calmed down and reminded myself, "It's the middle of the day. I haven't awakened anyone. No one is harmed by the radio landing on the On switch and playing five seconds of Mariah Carey. The radio isn't broken. Nothing terrible has happened."
When my cat, Collette, knocked over another radio in the kitchen, I got angry initially but reminded myself that nothing awful had happened. The radio wasn't broken and still worked. I then put the radio on top of the refrigerator, so Collette couldn't knock it over again. After all, I only have so much patience--and perspective.
