"where did our dishwashing tablets go?" I asked of no one in particular.
"I put them in the garbage and you threw the garbage out." Ellis said (and then smiled).
My genetics then kicked in and I stormed past him out to the garbage outside where I had to dig through our gross kitchen garbage to find them. Some were still usable. He got the silent treatment on the way to school (the other part of my genetics) and as I was still storming around putting his lunch in the fridge, sheet in his locker, I noted he had gotten quite quiet. He was crying. I told him I still loved him but felt pretty bad. He looked pretty darn sad. I was just saying to myself (and I think I even blogged it) that he had turned the corner. But in the past two days he has broken my stuff (purposely), unrolled the toilet paper rolls (from the bathroom to my room) and now thrown out our dishwashing tablets.
I resolved on the way home after dropping him off to be less of a grump and try to say yes to some of the things he asked. Who was it that told me that - I think it was Barb. One of her friends decided to say yes to everything anyone asked her that day. Sorry if I have attributed this to the wrong person.
I keep intending to do it, but it is surprisingly hard for me. Maybe that can be one of my goals.
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