This morning I told my son to put away the milk. It made it from the table to the counter. No lid- looked for lid, got distracted, left milk out. I also told him to vacuum the van yesterday (he's looking for extra jobs and cash these days). I came down to find all the mats out and the vacuum still out, but the van was vacuumed, kinda... I have asked multiple times for these things to be put back. Finally it happened, but it was almost not worth it to me what with all the asking.
"I feel like I am talking to a wall" I told him today on our way to school.
"What?" he said.
"Do you know that I had to feed the dog and turn out 7 lights this morning for you?"
"Right" I feel guilty because I really shouldn't get upset over things he has no control over
"Do you think you could try just a tinseey bit harder to listen and follow through?"
"Time to get out now"
N kisses me and tells me he loves me. He is forgiving of my anger when I am not forgiving of his foibles.
I could probably learn a lot from N. Right now I need to go help him find his cell phone...