Last week Lion had enough of my iPad use. It probably was too much. At the time I didn’t counter with his TV use. If he’s awake, the TV is on. Sometimes when he’s asleep the TV is on. But that wasn’t the issue. The day he wrote the post he said (in an email) that he was at the end of his rope. A bit overly dramatic but I got the idea.
For the past week he’s been, from my point of view, antagonistic toward me. He was upset when I was meeting up with a friend over the weekend. He swears he wasn’t upset about that but he was clearly upset. Almost everything I did resulted in some sort of grumbling. I’m still dealing with a cold and I’ve been really tired. No matter how much sleep I get I’m still tired. So his grumbling was getting on my nerves.
Last night I was tired and I was laying on the bed playing a game on the iPad (he was watching TV and had been home for a while) when he asked if we were eating in or going out. I was confused. We’d decided on pancakes. It’s true we could have gone out but I assumed we’d be eating in. I asked if he was hungry. He said he was a little. I asked if he wanted to make the pancakes or if he wanted me to make them. He got upset.
Clearly, if I’d wanted to make them I wouldn’t have asked him if he wanted me to make them. (Really?) I just want to lounge around playing on the iPad. (I just walked through the door ten minutes earlier.) I can’t expect him to make dinner every night. He has a job too, you know. And he has a big report due with a major fire burning too. (He’s made dinner because he’s been working from home and has offered to make dinner. I never expected him to do anything. And I knew about the fire but not the big report. I don’t read minds.) Forget it, he’ll just make dinner. Again.
Oh, no. Nope. Uh uh. He was not going to play the I-do-everything-around-here card with me. I told him I’d do it. He said he’d do it. We went back and forth for a few minutes and then I told him to get out of the way. I’d make dinner. He said he’d feel guilty and continued to make dinner. By the time I got out of the shower I’d decided his moodiness ended then. And I couldn’t remember if he’d told me it was punishment day. Not that I needed an excuse to punish him, nor did I need a specific night to punish him. It just added fuel to the fire.
I told him he’d disobeyed by not getting out of my way so I could make dinner. I didn’t care how guilty he’d feel if he “let” me make dinner. I didn’t care if he wanted to be punished or not. At that point it was all I could do to not whomp him as hard as I could. A few days ago he said my punishments have been moderate. Not last night. He was squirming and screaming but I wasn’t stopping. I was tired of him making me feel like everything I’m doing was wrong. I hope his bright red cheeks were enough to snap him out of whatever funk he’s been in. Otherwise, I have plenty of paddles left.