Bluegrass Mama

I got in trouble with HS yesterday. I had the audacity to (brace yourself for this) do his laundry! He usually does his own, but I wanted to do some and didn’t really have full loads, so I figured I’d do him a favor. WRONG. He was “saving it up” so he’d have enough to do right before he leaves for school. Worse yet, I threw his running shorts in the washer just as he was about to go for a run. Who’d have thunk he’d leave shorts he was planning to wear again in his dirty laundry pile, complete with the underwear still in them? I have learned my lesson and have sworn off HS’s dirty clothes for good.

I was also in trouble with BD, but I’ll at least take some responsibility for that one. When I told her we weren’t going to spend time at the midway at the State Fair next week, she pitched a major fit, crying hysterically. Apparently I had run out of patience without even realizing it, as I immediately responded by screaming at her. It was a very interesting drive home from the school skating party. The yelling and fighting continued at home and into bedtime, at which point I threw out a bottle of nail polish she’d been mixing (with who knows what?) and she told me I was the “worst mother in the world.” As usual, we made up later. She even told me I’m “the best mother in the world.” I told her that wasn’t really true, but I was the best (i.e. only) mother for her. The fighting/making up cycle has gotten pretty old. Repeat after me: I am a grownup and will learn to control my temper. I am a grownup and will learn to control my temper. I am a grownup and will learn to control my temper…