This is how my morning went:
To set the scene....I just got up and I'm downstairs making coffee
Cody: It's freezing down here, is there a blanket I can use?
Me: I don't think so but you can get one upstairs
Cody: Uhhh, I don't feel like it
and then he lays on the couch in a ball freezing his butt off
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
Now it's an hour later and we're about to walk out the door
Austin: I don't want to wear this t-shirt thats under my shirt
Me: Why, what's wrong with it?
Austin: It's too short, it feels funny and Cody wore my other shirt and got it dirty
Me: What's the big deal, it's under another shirt and besides with all of the t-shirts you own, I'm sure you can find something
Cody: What about the red SOS shirt?
Austin: Red doesn't match
Cody: You're wearing a gray shirt, it matches
Austin: You don't know what you're talking about Cody, it doesn't match
Me: YES IT DOES! Now find something, we have to go
Again.....OMG ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
And the all caps do indicate yelling.
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2 comments:
Sheesh... parenthood.
I just reached the highth thus far of my fatherly frustration this past weekend, and it left me feeling really bad. It was the first time I agrily "YELLED" at my children. I was at boiling point. I really didn't mean to, I wasn't being very patient.
I think it's a man/boy thing. If you aren't dressing them you have to tell them what to wear....at least that's what happens at my house.
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