i hadn't realized that it's been more than a month since i wrote anything. d and i have been getting along fine, learning stuff about each other, trying to work out some sort of routine. last weekend i finally got really angry at him. we went downtown to the farmer's market, which i thought would be a lot more fun and interesting than the stupid grocery store. as soon as we stepped out of the parking garage he started whining and saying his feet hurt and this is boring and let's just buy one thing and then leave. i got some grapes because we both love them and by that time he had started to cry. he did not want to be there. i bought a couple more things and tried to reason with him and when that didn't work, i tried to bargain with him. he didn't even want an elephant ear. thank god! i don't want to buy carnival treats every time we go somewhere he doesn't want to be.
so, i started a big grown-up pout and turned around and stalked off to the car and made him do a little trot to try to keep up with me (i was looking to make sure i didn't lose him, but he wouldn't have been able to see me doing it). and in the car i flicked off the song that we had listened to over and over on the way there because it was "BORING". he had to listen to npr all the way home and neither of us talked.
i apologized to him later, and he looked really uncomfortable while i talked. so, yeah, new mom does get mad and can pout and whine with the best of them. but he did get his way. i'm gonna call it a draw.
so....
this week was his turn to get really angry. we went to a tigers game friday night and he was pouting off and on about our seats not being in a good place to catch a ball and i don't even have a mitt if one did come up here, etc. so the tigers suck cause d didn't get a foul ball to take home. ok, whatever.
but then the next day, we started to set up our new bag o' water pool, and i was fussing about whether the ground was level. he suggested that perhaps we should cut the grass. what he meant was "i want to cut the grass". i said no. he stomped off into the house. a little later he came back out and i was busy with the pool, not paying much attention and i heard duncan do a mad dog growl/bark thing.
"why did he do that?"
"i kicked him" !!!??!!
"leave the dog alone"
went back to smoothing the bottom of the pool and look up just in time to see him pushing over the bench swing onto the flower bed. i rushed over and righted the swing and told him to get in the house. without the dogs. well, that was the last straw for him. i could see him every once in a while looking out the back door at me and then walking away when i looked up. so i eventually got thirsty and came in the house. his suitcase was sitting on the back stairs so i took the bait and brought it in to him and asked why his suitcase was on the stairs.
"i'm leaving!!!"
"where are you gonna go?"
"my grandma's house!!!"
"it's pretty far and it's hot out. you'll get thirsty and hungry."
d shrugs and starts looking for his hat. says goodbye to duncan. turns on his way out the door to tell me to say bye to miles for him (he was in the backyard). he probably got about three houses down the block and came back to ask which way he needed to go to get to grandma's. i printed up mapquest directions, showed him that it said 14.6 miles, and gave it to him. i stayed on the computer and didn't hear him open the door, but after a couple of minutes i got up to see if he was standing on the corner. the front door was wide open. DAMNIT!!! both dogs running away too. i grabbed their leashes and started walking down the street whistling for them. there was d dragging duncan back by his collar. we got both dogs home. he'll stay if i let him mow the lawn. ummmm...no. then he asked me to explain the map to him.
"i really don't want to help you run away. i wish you'd stay. i love you."
"no you don't! you're always so mean to me!" oh really?? i asked for examples. i'm mean because one time when he threw down the nintendo controller in anger i told him 'don't you do that!' and when he knocked over the swing i told him to 'get in the house!'
"well, i can't make you stay here, but you are always welcome. good luck with your running away from problems strategy. be safe. i love you."
"I DON'T LOVE YOU!!!" as he slams the front door shut.
it continued like this a couple more times until he just gave up and watched me play a video game until he felt like playing too. i did not give him a lesson in reading maps.
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