After 7, I woke my son.
"Why did you wake me at 7?"
"I do that every morning."
"I'm supposed to be awakened at 7:15."
"Set your alarm then and I won't be going in to wake you."
He eventually came out and started doing Taekwondo kicks in the living room."
"I have a busy morning this morning. Please feed your pet before you go to school."
"I DON'T WANT TO DO IT NOW, OK!"
"I didn't ask you to feed it now; I asked about doing it before school."
I took out the garbage and put out the cans for them to be emptied. My sneakers got wet so I changed them when I came back in. As I was lacing them up, he starts doing kicks in my face; they are arriving about a foot from my face. He does it three times.
"Please don't do that."
"It wasn't like I was going to hit you."
"I don't care. Don't do that."
My wife asks him what his instructors would say that if he did that in front of them; of course he tries to rationalize it.
Finally, as I ate breakfast, he came out and put a wig on my head as I was eating. I was in now mood.
"Not now."
My wife explains that he's trying to make contact with me. I don't want contact right now. I want to be left alone. "Is there something wrong with one of the deals?" "No. I just have something rumbling in my mind."
She says, "Make the time for the 15 minutes in the morning."
"I can't hear this right now," and leave for my office.
I need to lose this feeling of anger. I'm mad at being spoken to disrespectfully and being acted with disrespectfully.
Maybe a few minutes of meditation; maybe a short nap. I have a lot to do this morning and it will have to wait.
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