My son and I had a fight!!! (long)

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A real, bona-fide argument!!!! I'm so excited!!!!

He woke me up this morning by running in and out of my room screaming that he

wanted pizza and pepperoni. I'd put a pizza crust on the counter to defrost

last night. Okay, fine. I got up, went pee, and was putting in my contact lens

when he raced into the bathroom yelling about pizza and whacked my arm, sending

the little flimsy disc flying...sigh. So I found it, jabbed it in my eye...at

the top of the stairs, he bellowed something about the computer. I wasn't very

pleasant.

Most days begin like this.

I made the pizza, with him jabbering and nagging me the whole time. I was not

feeling properly grateful for his interest or his words, having just poked

myself in the eyeball and given myself a headache all before 7:30 in the

morning.

Pizza done, I cut a slice and put it on a plate, put the plate on the table,

returned to kitchen. Dining table is just off the kitchen. " I don't want pizza

on my pizza, " he said. I stared at him. Then I calmly walked over, took the

plate, returned the slice to the pan, put the pan on top of the highest shelf of

the open shelves in the kitchen, and went to the fridge to get myself a drink.

When I turned around, he was standing right behind me. " THAT WASN'T VERY

NICE!!!! " he screamed. " NO, " I screamed back, (not being a morning person and

really resenting this whole morning thus far), " YOU WERE NOT VERY NICE!!!! YOU

SAID YOU WANTED PIZZA. I MADE PIZZA. YOU SAID YOU DIDN'T WANT PIZZA!!!! "

" I SAID I DIDN'T WANT PEPPERONI!!!! " Like that makes it better. 'YOU TOLD ME

YOU WANTED PEPPERONI, THEN YOU WERE BITCHING AND COMPLAINING! "

" I WASN'T BIDDING! Bidding....Bitting...I WASN'T BITTING! "

" Fine. " I got the pizza down, put it on a plate, put the plate on the table.

" THANK YOU!!!!!! " he screamed again.

Then he shoved a bunch of pepperoni in his mouth and said, " Mmmmmm....yummy

pepperoni. "

I ran to the bathroom, locked the door, and called my mom on the cordless,

laughing with joy. " MOM! " I yelled, nearly deafening her, " WE JUST HAD A REAL

FIGHT!!!!! "

Amazing the things you become grateful for.

My mom pointed out that this must be a result of the TMG. I mean, sure, he's

being a JERK...but he's definitely more INVOLVED than he ever has been before,

ever! And more expressive, too! And more emotional! And to be able to stomp

over and TELL me that he's angry with me, instead of just crying...WOW!!!!!!!

So, although I still have a nasty headache, my eye hurts, and the kiwi I cut up

for myself tasted just like the onion I forgot to wash off my cutting board last

night, this has been a very good morning!

Jacquie