Guess I didn’t cross enough fingers
Monday, April 25th, 2005 Dad reports:
Tommy woke this morning in a foul mood. Every step caused him to moan and groan. His sister’s presence in the bathroom caused a verbal "nnnyyanng." His every word to me a whine. Upon filling his cereal bowl to the brim (before milk) he took his fist and shoved dry cereal from the box into his mouth until his lips couldn’t even close. His yelling commenced when I reduced the bowl of cereal to a reasonable amount and with sugar covered cheeks he was removed to the porch to finish his grumblings. I brought his cereal out to the porch so he could eat and he reeled from me as if I was about to smack him with a bat. When he acts that way if I didn’t know better, I would say he was abused. The reaction is both ridiculous and exasperating.
Tommy’s bus arrived late with a beep and he acknowledged it but refused to move from his seat until the last drop of milk from his 3rd bowl of cereal was gone. I made him clean his spot which got me an angered look and a "huh!" He took his time putting on his backpack then stood by the unopened door fussing with his hair and finally decided the bus had waited a sufficient time for him and walked to the bus. The bus did not leave immediately so apparently Tommy was taking his time getting settled.
It has been so long since we have had a call from the school. Since I have a major deadline to meet for tomorrow I presume this will be a "please pick up Tommy" day.