“I’m mad at you.”

There’s so much going on in my life. I could write for days about my frustration with potty training. My advice: even if your child isn’t talking, if they show an interest in going… start potty training then. Now I have a stubborn four year old who has to do this on his terms. And I’m doing laundry daily.

But that’s all I’m going to say about it. Instead, I figured I’d share a different sort of problem I’ve had.

The Oldest Kidlet started waking up a lot in his sleep. We used to indulge his requests for milk, etc. But after it became a regular thing, I put my foot down. I put a glass in our bathroom and told him he could drink water from the tap.

Last night, he burst into my room around 3 am. “Mooooooom. I want juice.”

“Go get some water,” I said as I confirmed that it really was 3 am.

“I don’t like water.”

“Tough. You know the rules.”

“Fine. But I’m mad at you.” He stomped off (sorry to the in-laws below), and got water and went back to bed. And I, quite happily went to sleep.

Morning came. I got dressed, and went to wake up the boys for school. I flipped on their light and started pulling out clothes from their dresser.

The Oldest Kidlet blearily sat up. “I’m mad at you.”

“Is this still about the juice?” I picked out the shirt he wears on Thursdays (it’s College Day at his school).

“No,” he grumbled. “You were right about the juice. This is for turning on the light.”

“Oh. I can live with that.” I kissed him on top of the head, holding their clothes. “Come on, you two. It’s breakfast time.”