Childish Woes

So today was a hell of a day.

It was about 10 degrees here in Chicago and my son refuses to wear a heavy coat. So I have been a recluse during the day, darting out at night to grab something from the store before it closed....getting errands done after he went to bed. And I was beyond tired of it.

So I decided to allow him to wear the flimsy Spring coat and freeze. But then I came to my senses and realized that was a fucking stupid move and put the heavy coat on him.

Holy hell.

It was like a WWE smackdown.

And I was losing.

He screamed, thrashed, kicked, cried and begged. And he is a big 4 year old, almost like a 6 year old (big men run in my family, my uncle was damn near 6'9"). But I kept on, I have errands to run, it is supposed to snow Friday, I need to get the fuck out of the house before I go completely insane. After a while he calmed down....even kept it on so we could run errands. I was out of breath...completely taxed.

I hope, hope, hope we don;t have to go through this tomorrow.

Because frankly he is strong and can almost beat me. ;)

I am exhausted but duty calls and I have way too much to do.

See ya.