Yellows Just Want to Have Fun

Most days I get up on the right side of the bed. Well, actually, it is the left side, but I suppose that to be completely accurate I should say I get up on the happy side of the bed. My yellow personality wakes up prepared for a party.

This morning, I gently slid from our comfy California King, went into my designer master bathroom (the only room in our house that I consider completely done), smiled as I made my way past the dark walnut cabinets, white and grey marble tops, striped walls, crystal chandelier to my designer toilet. Okay, maybe not the best visual depiction, but to tell this story, I need to start here.

All of a sudden, my world of joy collapsed.


The designer toilet paper roll was empty and the drama began. A cry came from my gut that could be heard for miles around.

I am certain each of the four temperaments has surely suffered this same traumatic situation, but we yellows suffer the most. We react in the moment, so genuinely, without any consideration of the consequences that result from such blatant emotion.

How could this have happened? I will be late for work! What do I do now? Whom can I call? How did the last person so thoughtlessly allow this to happen? The personal devastation almost ruined my entire day. I felt like crying.

Had this happened to my blue husband, he would have never skipped a beat; he would have substituted something to save the day. He also would have re-filled the roll for the next person, and left the bathroom personally unaffected and nonplussed.

Our green daughter would have also taken care of the situation without ever needing to tell the world of her awful plight.

Our red son might have thrown the designer toilet paper holder across the room, in an unexpected fit of anger, but then it would have been over.

My yellow temperament, on the other hand, is so distressed, high on my list of choices was to just go back to bed for the entire day. Ohhhhhh, the drama.

Then,  I saw the evidence (Frozen coloring book on my bathroom counter) and remembered who was in my bathroom the last time to exploit the last square of paper. Our precious granddaughter.

Okay, I am suddenly fine. I completely snapped out of my upsetting ordeal the moment I realized the culprit was our sweet innocent five-year-old granddaughter. She is so cute, you’d be astounded.

Oh, that this would happen more often–not the empty toilet paper roll, but the sudden snap to realization that drama and more drama do not solve anything. Instead, it creates harmful stress and needlessly ages people who simply want life to be a party.

Question: Yellows … it seems like every family has at least one. Got some drama to share? I love to read your comments!

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  • Oh you yellows are nuts! But you are the most entertaining people on the planet! We went to the zoo with my 3 1/2 year old yellow yesterday and EVERYTHING was her absolute favorite…except the Cheetahs, they were the most important to her…she had been talking about the Cheetahs for weeks. Of course, this red mom (with blistered feed) walked across the entire zoo TWICE so that she could see the cheetahs, and BOTH times the cheetahs were not there. She didn’t make a fuss- bless her sweet little heart- but the zoo was not a success because she didn’t see the cheetahs and we will have to go back. We had dinner and gelato in downtown San Diego and she was just in awe of the big city- the lights, the noise, the people, the traffic, the buildings. When we got our gelato, she had to make sure the conversation didn’t lag, so our first minute there went something like this:
    “wow these ice creams look great”, “what is your favorite kind”, “my favorite is strawberry”, “oh man that kind looks good”, “all of these are my favorite kinds”, “what kind are you getting”, “this is the prettiest place ever”, “woah, look at these chairs they’re so weird”, “these tables are so nice”, “look at that building”, “that building is smaller”, “can you believe all these cars?”, “what was your favorite animal at the zoo”, “I loved the ‘falingos’ but we didn’t see any cheetahs”, “did you like the giraffes?”, “woah, is that another building?”, “what are all these people doing”, “I bet these people didn’t go to the zoo today, but we did”….My green husband and I just listen and watch in awe…and my red/blue kid looks at us every few seconds and laughs, thinking or saying, “does she ever stop talking?!”. She is the most entertaining thing in the world!

    • Your little yellow Charlotte is so easy to love too!!!! What entertainment when you have a yellow child! Thanks for the narrative tour!

  • Cindy Anderson

    No Yellows in our gang! ….but we have all the other colors represented….it’s those teenage hormones bringing out the drama in our house these days!!!!

  • Lauren Merchian

    I’m a yellow, and my family can all attest to the fact that I was always drama drama drama. Now, I believe my daugther is a red/yellow like me too. When I told my mom that my daughter is dramatic, this made my mom laugh… “now you get to know what we delt with”. But then the other day in my daughter we saw the best side of the yellow.. My daughter just comes into the living room, and says, “I found it
    and I can do it myself.” With that, she pulls out the thermometer,
    drops her pull-up and shoves it in her butt crack. She then duck walks around with it bobbing up and down smiling while my hubby and I almost died of laughter. Best moment ever…