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Just...really?
Feb. 14th, 2013 05:25 pm Okay so I went to work early this morning but my son told my husband he had an idea for dinner, so I was all interested to hear what it was. Thank goodness I bought a backup plan, because he doesn't actually have an idea. It was like torture standing in front of the baking aisle instead, debating which cake/cupcake/cookie/whatever batter to get and then, THEN, the frosting! Oh the decisions!
But that's not all! He wanted to get ingredients for a "special drink" for all of us to have! Now, my husband and I don't really drink "special drinks" other than the kind you're not really supposed to drink too many of in front of small children. I was tired and already not looking forward to making cupcakes (I pretty much loathe baking, you mix stuff together and leave the rest of it up to the oven, what's the fun in that?) and I wanted to get the hell out of Target.
A screaming fit ensued in which he told me because it was Valentine's Day you're supposed to "love me and do whatever I want" and "You always get like 10 things at Target and today we only have three!" Yes, that is pretty indicative of my shopping habits at Target. Go in for one or two things and come out with 10, maybe even the things I meant to get, if I'm lucky. But that kind of bossing around doesn't fly. He proceeded to have a huge fit in the car and practically kick himself out of his booster seat. So now we aren't doing the cupcakes either. It's a good thing I also got a dessert backup earlier today.
He just came in with a valentine in an envelope that he made for me, which, if he were older, would look like manipulation, but at the tender age of six, I don't even think it's that. It's a good thing kids are so forgiving because boy do I overreact sometimes. But telling me what I should and shouldn't do doesn't win anybody any points.
But that's not all! He wanted to get ingredients for a "special drink" for all of us to have! Now, my husband and I don't really drink "special drinks" other than the kind you're not really supposed to drink too many of in front of small children. I was tired and already not looking forward to making cupcakes (I pretty much loathe baking, you mix stuff together and leave the rest of it up to the oven, what's the fun in that?) and I wanted to get the hell out of Target.
A screaming fit ensued in which he told me because it was Valentine's Day you're supposed to "love me and do whatever I want" and "You always get like 10 things at Target and today we only have three!" Yes, that is pretty indicative of my shopping habits at Target. Go in for one or two things and come out with 10, maybe even the things I meant to get, if I'm lucky. But that kind of bossing around doesn't fly. He proceeded to have a huge fit in the car and practically kick himself out of his booster seat. So now we aren't doing the cupcakes either. It's a good thing I also got a dessert backup earlier today.
He just came in with a valentine in an envelope that he made for me, which, if he were older, would look like manipulation, but at the tender age of six, I don't even think it's that. It's a good thing kids are so forgiving because boy do I overreact sometimes. But telling me what I should and shouldn't do doesn't win anybody any points.
