I might have lost my temper . . .

I'll try and make this quick because I'm getting my hair done today - yay!

I'll admit it wasn't my finest moment. The top flew off of my head and not very nice words flew out at lightning speed. The nasty hormone demons are visiting my house today and they tend to remove any filter I have on a normal day and that doesn't even take into account how they decimate my patience.

But really! I was annoyed. At Tyler. Right before school. It began when I realized that even though I had asked him specifically (again) to get his homework signed and bag packed last night, he had completely ignored me (again) and told me 'I will in a minute' 10 times so he had to add that to his morning routine. Then he realized that he has misplaced his Thursday folder, either on the bus or somewhere along his walking-home route. Next he suddenly combusted by the pantry because he couldn't find syrup for the waffle he was making and when I said 'we ran out on Wednesday' he cried out 'WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!!!???!!!' like I was a moron because I didn't share this piece of breaking, hard core news with him immediately. He threw away the waffle and decided on toast, just as he realized that there were only 2 pieces of bread left and he needed one for his sandwich. When I quickly removed a piece from the toaster for his sandwich, he got all pissy and decided he didn't want toast. But he was out of time now and there was not the 15 minute stretch he needs for cereal. A whole lot of attitude ensued, culminating in something thrown at me that sounded a lot like 'FINE, I JUST WON'T EAT ANYTHING ALL DAY!'.

Patience gone. Filter gone. I went off and basically told him I was sick of being b---d at for what was NOT in the pantry, especially when there are about 10 healthy breakfast choices for him available.

In my defense - the pantry is so full right now that it threatens to spill on the kitchen floor when you open the door. It's the one re-organization project for the new year that I haven't gotten to yet. I have gotten really good at shopping for my family and when I did BIG grocery shopping just after Christmas, I spent just over $300 and we are still stocked up on almost all of our staples less milk, bread and minute rice which I have to buy constantly. There's plenty of meat, sides, veggies, snacks, lunch stuff, etc. I can't help it that we ran out of syrup and I knew the bread was low, but I also knew we had just enough to get us through today when I would be shopping again.

I also can't do anything about the fact that every time Tyler actually shops with me and picks a cereal out, he then decides that isn't the one he really wants to eat this month. That's all him. Or the fact that he takes an ever lengthening shower time so his hour of morning prep gets less and less sufficient for him. Nagging, prodding and yelling aren't working. If he runs out of time for breakfast (he CHOOSES to make this the last thing on his to-do list in the morning) then he is going to have to learn to get up earlier or prioritize better. I cannot do this for him. He knows what needs to get done every morning and he knows how much time he has, which is about 30 minutes more than he should actually need to get it done.

I'm just tired of feeling like I never have the right thing for him. He complained last night that we had no snacks, but what he really meant was that we had no popcorn left because he and Riley have eaten it all, we had no chocolate because I refuse to buy any while there is still Christmas candy lingering, we had no chips because he had to save the last little bag for his lunch today and he and Scott had depleted the last bag of tortilla chips the night before. What we did have was plentiful, but he wasn't in the mood. He talked me into these Veggie Straw things at Sam's last month, then ate a few twice and left the bag alone. It's still 2/3 full. He should snack on that! But Heaven forbid I suggest it, because then it's out of the question. Same goes for the 2 boxes of Honey Nut Cheerios that he selected. Not interested as soon as I say 'Have some cheerios!'. You get the picture. And it's harder because he is literally hungry every 5 minutes thanks to this huge growth spurt thing.

Can you say SPOILED? Anyway, I blew up. He got mad. My rant woke 2 munchkins that would have slept another hour. My morning is shot. He left for school in a crappy mood. We did kind of make up and he did come back in the house to kiss me goodbye after his initial 'I'll wait in the car!' storm out. We'll be fine. I'll shop. After I get my hair done. Which will improve my mood considerably. And then we are going to have a long talk about respect and expectations and about eating what's available.

'nuff said. Have a great one and God Bless!