He was running late.

Again.

I stood there, leaning against the car, fuming.

I was proud of myself for not yelling (yet), and for doing all I could to help him get ready (even though it wasn't my job).

But as I glanced at my watch again and again, I just kept getting angrier.  He knew what time we had to leave!  What are they going to think if we are late?  Why should I have to be the one to deal with the consequences of his actions??