You know what your problem is, don't you," my husband said, sounding perturbed. Knowing the question was rhetorical, I kept silent and let him tell me my problem: "Every time you get up to bat, you're swinging for the fence."
I pondered that statement, which gave him enough time to draw a breath, get a hold on his irritation, and proceed. "And you always get up to bat in as many innings as possible. Somehow, you've set up the rotation so that it comes right back around to you, before you even have a chance to sit on the bench."