Well, Don't I Feel Foolish

Well, Grant, not in one of his outbursts, said something particularly hurtful to me last night.  Possibly, he thought it was funny, but it doesn't really matter.  I was so upset by it that I burned dinner.  I haven't burned a thing in this house, except the time I bought the wrong sized pork roast for the recipe.  Doesn't work so well when you cook a 2 pound roast as long as you would a 5 pound roast.

Grant knew he had upset me.  I had sent him to his room for rudeness.  Then, when Josh came home and confronted him, he pretended to be surprised.  Then he said he couldn't remember what he said.  Then he said I had misheard him.  I pulled up Abbie, my witness, and made sure he knew that I wasn't falling for it.  I firmly believe in the consequences of one's actions.

So....the day after I'm wondering why people aren't believing him.....

*sigh*

It was a very rough night.

Today, I worked and the kids and husband cleaned.  One can finally walk in the basement.

When is that book going to get here...?