Broken Table

 

Tom fussed this morning because I have his medicine planned out....he has 3 for today.  Not getting anymore until a doctor tells me it's ok.  His reactions are so much like that of an addict.  Scarey how easy it is to pinpoint.    The anger, the irrational mood, always someone else's fault, everyone's out to get me theory.  Sweet.

Something/someone broke  the side of my kitchen table.  Pushed in the frame and splintered off a piece of the moulding.  It wasn't like that last night when I put the meds by his chair.

Wasn't me.

Wasn't Miss T or Roomie.

Mr Man got home from "work" at 2pm today and read the note I left (nice, table is broken) and said "what makes you think I broke the table?"

Well for starters, it's right where he sits; he's been slamming and banging and cussing and fussing right there at this particular break.....so........

I dunno.  I must be crazy right?

Crazy is that it is 3pm and he's in bed.  Pouting I'm sure.  He'll probably still be there when I get home.  It's his M.O. these days.

             

Mom met me half way to pick up Miss T so that I could get her to dance.  We're here at the j-o-b and she'd doing homework.  She has ballet technique today.

Did I mention that yesterday Miss T had a bug bite "you know where"?  Yikes and Ouch!  A bath and a little A&D ointment on it overnight, she says it feels better.  I wouldn't let her wear a leotard or her tights to dance yesterday because of it....not today either.  Need to let it heal.  Poor baby!!                            

Speaking of dance.....she's doing tap this year but HATES it.  It's one reason we quit doing it years ago and just went to clogging for 5 years.  But the studio owner wants the lyrical and jazz competition classes to also do tap....Miss T is hating it.  Plus I don't think it's fair to MAKE her do a competing company when she is not up on the steps.  Plus.....she's stressing over it.

I'm going to have to tell the owner NO MORE.  Just say No. ROFL!!!

Time to head to dance.....................