Yelling

I'm ashamed to say that I yelled at my sweet little boy yesterday. There may even have been some cursing involved.

We were in a rush, trying to get out the door. The Missus and I were off to work, the twins to daycare. I was trying to get Adam into his carseat, a task which has recently become more difficult since the boy doesn't want to sit back. He wants to lean forward and see what's going on. The problem with him leaning forward is: bloop! He spit up all over himself.

Crap! I'm already late, and now I have to change him. So I am grumbling and groaning as I clean him up, wipe out the carseat and get a new onesie on him. So I get him all fixed up and put him back into the carseat again.

Bloop! He spit up again!

That's when the yelling and cursing happened. The Missus came in and I asked her to take over when I went upstairs to get some clean clothes for him. I already started feeling bad. When I came back down, I kissed him and apologized, and he smiled at me.

I felt bad all day about it; he still seemed happy to see me when I came home. What a great little kid. What a terrible father.