Why is it that when you do something for someone, they take that as license to be a royal shit. By someone I mean my six year old. By something I mean new shoes. By royal shit I mean he turned his nose up at them, and then turned into super brat.
Super Brat able to whine at the speed of sound. Able to flop on the floor and cry. Able to grate at his mother's ever increasing frayed nerves. He is is SUPER BRAT.
Yes, my child is an ingrate. I guess I just do not understand the logic behind his behavior. I mean you would have thought I was setting a plate of brussel sprouts in front of him for breakfast the way he turned his nose up at them. And they are cool shoes. I mean, really cool.
I don't know if this is fall out from his meds leveling out, or if he is in fact a world class spoiled sport, but something has got to give. I guess all kids seem to think that their mother only has one purpose, and that would be to serve them. So in that aspect, he is no different then others. The thing that gets me is that just a few days ago he was so worried about me, he was very sweet, and now, I guess because I am up and about more, he thinks everything is back to normal, and he can stop being so concerned. So now I have the sullen, argumentative boy back. Life is never dull in this house.
On a completely different note, I am going to try to put together a Gazelle elliptical thingie. If you don't hear from me in the coming days, send someone looking, I may be trapped in the box, or trapped at just reading the instructions! I am really looking forward to putting this thing together so I can start the no-low impact process of losing weight. Maybe then my knee will stop flaring up, like it is doing right now. Mother of god, it hurts.
Until next time my fellow blog readers.....
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