Well...I went to my parents and dropped easy child at v-ball practice.
My cell rang at 4:30,"Mom, where are you at?" my difficult child!
I told him I was at granma's house.
"Why are you there?" (we have done this for the past THREE mths with easy child and my parents)
I reminded him of easy child's practice.
He said he needed his birth certificate BEFORE they could start training him.
He wanted to know how soon I could be home (we were an hr away and had yet to eat dinner)
I told him we had to eat first and he said oh, well I can't work until YOU get my birth certificate so I guess I will have to wait till tomorrow.
My difficult child...he still managed to make it my fault that he didn't start work today.
We all know the truth, but in his eyes he would have been working if I was home to get everything he needed for him.
Detaching...Detaching...Detaching...
