After making breakfast (which he griped thru the entire meal), and puttering around, we went over to the pool. That usually wipes out the nastiest of moods, but not today. He proceeded to pick a fight with each one of us. He spent more time sitting out of the pool for his behavior than in the pool. He has been argumentative about every little thing. I have felt like my head was going to spin off and I was going to become the screamy insane person deep inside. The only reason I didn't was because we were at my Moms'. And you know what's even more maddening? She thinks it's cute. Argh!
Tomorrow is bound to be better, if only because it couldn't be worse