Tyrus

Tyrus, I got so mad at you tonight that I was shaking with anger. I came home from work to find you coloring pictures in your playroom. Mama said that you had been doing it all day and that you had been a very good boy all day. The evening went on well. You and Mary had a bath and as I was bringing Mary downstairs with a fresh diaper I noticed something on the stairs. It took a second for my eyes to adjust, but when they did I couldn't believe it. Marker? Red and blue marker? In my new house? On my new carpet? I yelled "TYRUS!!!!!" and you came running around the corner saying "It was a accident. I didn't mean to" before I even told you what had upset me. I scrambled around grabbing a rag and handing Mary off to Mama so that I could attend the spots. I climbed to the top of the stairs and started rubbing at the same time giving you a lecture as you sat next to me watching. "Tyrus, do you know how hard Dada and I worked to buy this house for you? Do you know that this is our home and we have to take care of it? Do you know how much this upsets Mama?" I went on and on and you kept saying, "uh huh, I didn't mean to." I finally coundn't take it anymore and I decided that it was bedtime, at 7:30, and I took you upstairs and put you to bed. The last thing you said to me was, "Mama, I mad at you."

Tyrus, I know you were mad at me tonight, but I was so mad at you too. I'm sorry I yelled and I'm sorry that I made you go to bed 2 hours early. I hope that reading this blog entry is the only memory that you have of tonight one day.

I love you,
Mama