Yesterday was touch and go all day. None of us were connecting at all as opposed to previous day. Dudette and Walter were going at it before I got out of bed. I took him with me to sweep out the car and we got are hair cut. I figured I was the good guy today so I’d just keep them separated for a bit and let their hearts grow fonder. He and I went to the skate park and after some shopping the dudette joined us as we went to a new park for a bit. It was a lazy day and after an hour at the new park Walter wanted to go to our normal park to play with friends. We had nothing going on so off we went. As I shifted into reverse I looked back and saw a peanut butter cracker sitting in his cup holder. I grabbed it and threw it in my mouth. Walter went from 0 to Vietnam. I apologized but he was crying and staring out the window. Now I’ve seen this kid break down and mean it and just be throwing a fit. This breakdown was not about the cracker. He let me know he wasn’t happy and didn’t talk to me for an hour and a half. Some exercise at the park and some baseball seemed to bring him back. I just dropped it but I won’t be grabbing snacks anymore.
This morning the routine went of with no drama. When we got to school he was getting out and I told him I loved him and he told me to stop telling him that. I’m pretty sure I should take it easy and not sweat that. We probably have been telling him too much. Right now I’d love to not feel like we are in transition and not faking this family thing. Patience.