T.R. had lulled me into a sense of complacency. He’s been going along on an even keel. And then there was yesterday. It should have been no big deal. I picked the kids up from school and on the way home we talked about our plans for the next couple of days. I asked T. if he wanted to play racquetball last night and he said he’d rather do it today. Syd then said he wanted to go to the gym last night if I’d take him over. Simple enough, and I could either work out for extra bonus points or sit in the hot tub to bubble my way toward my relaxation goals.
Now the deal with T. and going to the gym for swimming or racquetball or whatever has always been that he gets to go after his homework is done. It’s a reasonable limit. The thing is, he stopped paying attention after he said he didn’t want to play racquetball yesterday and so didn’t realize that Syd wanted to go to the gym that very day and not the next day when we were planning to go. We got home and he made pipe cleaner people and played with the dog and ran around until dinner. After dinner, I told Syd I needed a few more minutes to get organized and then I’d take him over to the gym.
T., now realizing that we were going to go without him and wanting to soak in the hot tub, freaked out when I told him he couldn’t come because his homework wasn’t done. It got ugly. That part where I was feeling good about how things were going? Delusion. It was just that I wasn’t having to enforce the limits of things.
In the end, Brent took Syd over to the gym. T. did his homework. I felt horrible and slept poorly and got up irritable this morning. My day is not going well.
Which is to say that life showed me the limits and I’m having a tantrum, much like T.R. See? Those life lessons really suck.