Yesterday’s garden milestone was sighting a monarch on an emerging milkweed.  Sadly, the photo was out of focus, but I included it anyway for its significance.

Yesterday’s household low was getting rudely cussed out by S, after I made a nice spaghetti and meat sauce and salad dinner, because I momentarily repeated back his instructions incorrectly on how to serve it to him properly.  I guess it was the last straw, after various kids this week complained about not having their exact instant gratification demands regarding food complied with to the letter.

I know they have neural mental issues, but I still get fed up being on the receiving end of their disdain, especially when I go out of my way to fulfill their special requests.  I don’t expect gratitude, just a little civility.  My parents would have screamed and beaten us if we dared to be so presumptuous.  But it’s different times.

So I got angry, which I hate, and walked out.  I know Avdi didn’t need one more source of anxiety this week.  Now of course I can’t sleep, just when I need it.