Yesterday was Thanksgiving and it was the best meal I’ve made to date. Everything turned out. Not one item was a flop. Even my rolls were top notch! (I was nervous about those because it was a new recipe) With the exception of eating the meal with just the 5 of us for the second year in a row, all went well. The kids demand we have guests next year and I have to agree. In Fairbanks we ate with friends and family often but here, not so much.
I was in the kitchen for most of the day and it wasn’t until after we ate dinner, the kitchen was cleaned up and we had pulled out Christmas decorations that I made my way upstairs to get something. When I walked up the stairs I was greeted with the sight of a towel on the ground. A CLEAN towel that I had specifically told Merrick to take upstairs and put away earlier. I was mad. Too many times he doesn’t follow through on directions. I yelled, he put it away, he got punished, same old routine I feel we go through every other day.
This morning, Merrick had the NERVE to preach to Kierran about being responsible. I interjected,
“Well, ain’t that the pot calling the kettle black!”
“I don’t even know what that means.”
“It means you can’t be responsible for putting one towel away so how can you talk to him in a demeaning way about being responsible?”
“You’re being a hypocrite Merrick.”
“Are there jobs for hypocrites?”
Is he even listening to the words that are coming out of my mouth? Where is his mind? I suppose there is time to switch his college savings to a political fund or acting lessons. This child is a constant source or distress.