Temper Tantrums, If That's What It Can Be Called

The days with Ava seem to melt together, so I really couldn't tell you when this happened? Friday? ...I think.

Anyway, I was to pick him up between 2 and 2:30pm and bring him to my house so he could do some yard work (which IF he lets me help, doesn't let me "help" at all really - but that's another post). We were only waiting on a man to come from the Relay for Life pick up some food that the restaurant had catered. He was to have been there at 2pm...what time did he come?! 3:38pm! I'm ok with waiting - unless I have something scheduled to do, and let's face it, 98.99% of the time, I don't.

Ava - I of course already know how stinkin' precious he is - was a tad upset...and he was more precious than ever! Like fer reelz! He did look genuinely perterbed, though. Plus, he was saying things like, "If he said he was going to be here at 2, he should be here at 2. 2:01 is fine! 2:02 is fine! But if its 2:03, you're late! Stupid, stupid, stupid!" He apologized profusely, (???), and continued to tell me how he'd rather be an hour early than a minute late. We are so on the same wave length, this man and me!

But what can you do, huh? All I could do was think that if this is his mad - I'm so blessed to have a soft-spoken, patient man.

I just told him to say a prayer and he'd be ok. I tried to distract him by talking to him about his kids and our "plans to make our dreams come true." (Something he talks to me about constantly.) I'm not complaining... I love hearing those things... I love him so much... I love Heavenly Father so much for blessing me with him... Wow! :')