Note- this was after he woke up growling at me that he was tired and didn’t sleep well. And this was after we had argued over any number of little stupid things.
I REALLY need to get back on my happy pills!
Me (in the kitchen): Damien, where’s the chocolate?
Damien (in his room still getting dressed): what chocolate?
Me: the chocolate I took out of the cupboard last night when I was packing away the dry dishes.
Damien (getting annoyed): I didn’t see any chocolate!
Damien (very annoyed now): I DIDN’T SEE ANY CHOCOLATE!!!
Me (going to his bedroom): there were two slabs of cooking chocolate- one white, one dark- in the kitchen on the counter. Now the dark chocolate is gone. How much have you eaten?
Damien (turns to yell at me, forgetting this means a wide open mouth): I didn’t take the friggin chocolate! I don’t even like dark chocolate!
Me (furious, throwing hands into the air): brush your teeth, we have to go and you have chocolate all over your tongue.
We’re off the the psych this afternoon for our monthly visit…