What a s*^% morning.

The Boy and I woke up in great spirits. And everything was going good till breakfast. We practiced kung fu. we made lunches and breakfast together. He asked for a pop tart and eggs. I said cool but you gotta eat your eggs first.I let the kiddo make the eggs the way he liked them. But for some reason he just sat there for 45 fucking minites with a bite of egg in his mouth and a cold plate of food. I told him breakfast was over and to get ready for school and he starts crying that’s he’s hungry.“You had 45 friggen minutes to eat dude! You sucked your scrambled eggs into slime. If you were hungry you should have eaten the breakfast you requested and made.”There was nothing wrong with the eggs. Both my wife and I ate the eggs from the same pan as he did. So I grabbed his plate and put t in the trash. While the food is falling off he plate, I mean mid air, my wife starts yelling at me that she wanted the pop tart. She had 45 minutes to say something about the damn pop tart. So we get into it.I sent the boy to brush his teeth. And he only brushed the one tooth he ever brushes in the way back then complained that his gums are bleeding. So I go back up to reteach a 9yo how to brush his teeth again. More tears and frustration. Meanwhile, the wife who is pregnant, is down stairs weeping and morning he loss of the pop tart. Hysterical that she feels bad for the pop tart because it’s just sitting there in the trash unwanted.Currently she’s driving to work in tears. The boy is crying on the stairs because he doesn’t want to practice drums before school and I’m hiding in the bathroom. What a shit morning. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/2FsTTlM