Then the kids came home

I was just becoming used to my new calm water serene state. I painted a great deal yesterday. Made what actually looks like a flower. Hadn’t intended on it but it kinda turned out that way so I am going to go with it. Anyway, I was really starting to get into ENJOYING a relaxed state. . . .

Then the kids came home.

Little one is sick. And he’s like his dad. It makes him angry that he’s not well. Keeps trying to say I’m okay when he’s not. Turns his nose up at medicine. He walks around the house saying ‘I’ m bored’ Gets in everybody else’s bed when I’m not looking. Had to change all the sheets. I am going on my book tour next week and I don’t need to be sick.

Then 17 gets home finds out that sick 14 has been in his room and gets mad that we make him change his sheets before he can take his (now get this) after school nap. He said something very teenagy.

I said ‘excuse me?’
Though he did not – to his credit – repeat his first comment he did say ‘I don’t know why you can’t control him.’
I say, “just change the bed.”
He starts mumbling about how I can’t control my own kid.
I say, a bit louder this time, “Change the sheets.”
He says “Stop yelling.”
I say, “whose house is this?”
He says nothing. I repeat it.
He says, because he is an intelligent boy, “okay.”

I made spaghetti and hot garlic bread for dinner. You would have thought I had put these people on bread and water. Then 14 says, ‘I don’t want spaghetti’ (which has been his favorite for years- which is why I made it because he’s sick and I want him to eat) “I want Ramon Noodles.”

I said nothing. Got him some spaghetti. He looked up at me like I was a waiter who messed up his order. I said, “It’s all pasta and it’s all I’m cooking” He ate it.

Now, of course, none of this is a worry thing and it is certainly trivial. But it just goes to show you, you should keep your mouth shut about peace and calm. Just enjoy it.

Peace.