Friday, August 04, 2006

Hate it When That Happens

Dominyk put on dirty (and I mean not just worn for a while, but visibly dirty) shorts on after his shower. I explained to him this morning that I wasn’t going to respond to him until he had on clean shorts.

He came in to tell me something that was very important to him. I reminded him more than once that I would talk to him after he had on clean shorts.

He tormented me for a good 12 minutes, verbally reminding me without end about what a bad parent I was. “SImply Pathetic” I think was one phrase. He kept going on and on about how I was such a bad parent. The tension in me was growing by the minute -- I haven’t had much sleep this week and there have been some tense moments.

I had just bitten into a chunk of ice when my patience unexpectedly vanished and I whipped around and said (in a not so nice nor calm voice) I WILL LISTEN TO YOU WHEN YOU HAVE CLEAN SHORTS ON!!!!!!!

Problem was, my mouth was full of ice, so I managed to bite a hole in my lip and, when I turned around to talk, water started drooling out of my mouth.

It must have startled him to see me drooling uncontrollably so after swearing a little, he headed upstairs to change.

My behavior embarrasses me. But more importantly, my shirt is wet.

And my lip hurts.

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