Nothing truly bad has happened today except me having to miss class because my son was sick last night but acting fine today. Ok its his sinuses. He went to sleep last night coughing because everything drains down his throat, I've been trying to deal with this myself lately. So he ended up climbing into bed with me about 1am and the coughing continued, I rolled him on his side and propped him up a little hoping it would help, but he kept rolling himself onto his back. So finally he was coughing really bad and I knew he was getting ready to throw up. Sometimes you just know. Cliff was here and I had just asked him to go get Austin something to drink which of course pissed Cliff off because without 27 hours of sleep he's an asshole. So I was like omg he's gonna throw up and I pulled him out of the bed. Cliff's just cussing in the kitchen being an asshole. So after Austin throws up and I get him cleaned up he comes and curls up on the couch and I put cartoons on. I'm cleaning up the mess on the floor, picking up the blanket I tried to catch it in and walking all of that into the laundry room. Now I know milk isn't the best after a kid throws up but that's what Austin wanted, and when he wants something he'll refuse anything else and its a big fight. Now its like 2am by now, Austin wants chocolate milk, Cliff gives him kool-aide which Austin really doesn't like anyway. Austin throws the cups and starts crying saying he can't drink that and doesn't want that, that he wants chocolate milk. So then Cliff gets mad and starts slamming around telling him to fucking drink it or he's not getting anything else. I finally just go off, I've had enough of his fucking attitude and I told him that. Pretty much told him exactly where to fucking stick it and I was mad enough to fight. You don't talk to my kid that way, you might think you can talk to me that way but don't you dare talk to my kid like he's a grown man at a bar who just stole your girl. That's not cool. Well he stomped off to the bedroom, slams the door like he's what 2 years old? I get Austin his milk and curl up with him on the couch, he's wide awake, there is nothing tired about him. So we were up until 630am, I had to leave for school at 730am. Needless to say I can't survive on one hour of sleep, when I was up at 5am the day before. So we slept until 1030am and I'm still tired but Austin is again wide awake. Its part of being a parent, all that I know. So I'm still pissed at Cliff, he's acting like nothing happened. He's noticed I'm not really talking to him, which that alone is a bad sign. So we'll see what happens. Maybe he'll smarten up and make himself scarce for a few days.
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