This evening:

TAX DEDUCTION THE ELDER: What’s that?

ME: Meatloaf. Uncooked. It’ll look and smell better when it’s cooked.

TDTE: It’s gross.

ME: It’ll be better, I promise.

TDTE: You promised us a silly dinner.

ME: When?

TDTE: Yesterday.

ME: I gave you a silly dinner yesterday.

TDTE: You promised us yesterday that we’d get a silly dinner today.

ME: No I didn’t.

TDTE: [STORMS AWAY]

And so on. It ended with me saying yes to another silly dinner (translation: PB&J) but no soccer practice and no outdoor time. Let me reiterate: my seven year old would rather lose his soccer practice and playing outside than subject himself to a dinner of meatloaf.

When I told him about the no outdoor time tonight, he called me dumb. Guess who got sent to his room?

Argh. Just…argh.

I love my children. I would throw myself in front of a bus for my children. And some days, I’d take them with me.

Oh, I posted over at Romancing The Blog today. An oldie but goodie.