This morning wasn’t off to the greatest start—it was one of *those* mornings. The ones where everything seems to go sideways before you’ve even had a chance to breathe.
It all started when the little one decided 4:15 AM was wake-up time. I dragged myself out of bed, hit my vape, brewed a strong cup of coffee, and tried to brace for the day ahead. Things began to settle when he just wanted to cuddle up, munch on his cereal, and sip his milk. It was sweet—one of those rare, quiet moments you treasure as a parent.
But Addison? She was having *that kind* of morning. You know the ones—when you wake up on the wrong side of the bed, and suddenly every little thing is a complaint, nothing is good enough, and somehow, everything is someone else’s fault. With her, though? It's always my fault. Today wasn’t any different.
I took her snapping and criticism in stride because, well, what else can you do? But things spiraled when it came time to get the kids ready for school. Cue meltdown mode. Not because her shoes weren’t fitting or she didn’t want to go to school—those are reasons I could work with. No, she was furious with me because two weeks ago, her dad forgot her gloves an hour away during a snowstorm, and I had him buy her a replacement pair. Why? Because she couldn’t attend school without gloves. Simple, right?
Apparently not. Turns out, according to Addison, I committed the ultimate sin by having him spend money on her. After all, in her eyes, since she lives with me, I’m the only one responsible for her. Her dad? Not his problem. Spending money on gloves to keep her hands warm? A total waste, according to her.
Now, imagine trying to process all of this at 7:30 in the morning without being fully awake—or in my case, without being stoned. Where do you even begin a conversation like that before the coffee’s kicked in? It’s not a “waste of money” to make sure her hands don’t freeze during recess. He’s her father—it’s literally his job to help support her. And how am *I* the bad guy? I wasn’t the one who forgot her gloves an hour away during a snowstorm. I was the one scrambling to find a pair last minute. I was the one who made sure she never went without. Yet somehow, I’m still the villain in this $10 glove saga.
Anyway, the high hit just right this morning, and luckily, the day looks calm—for now. Let me savor it before 3 PM rolls around and the household turns into a zoo.
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