But I am grown up enough to know that I shouldn’t be.

The Boy agreed to do a thing. I came home from work to collect him. A few minutes later it became clear that he had changed his mind, but he still didn’t say anything. When I pressed him he said he had, indeed, changed his mind.

My thoughts went straight to “I came home from work to collect him. I would have been home already if I hadn’t detoured via the house to collect him. He changed his f**king mind???”

This quickly lead to more thoughts, of the childish variety. “Well then, I will change my mind and rescind my part of the agreement we have about bedtime, and the late night streaming thing on Saturday, and and and.”

I sat in the supermarket car park for longer than necessary while those thoughts burned off and the logical part of my brain came back on line. The part that said “Don’t be so silly, that is not going to get you back what you think you have lost” and “Use this as an opportunity to both express your disappointment about wasting time AND to discuss how hard it can be to adjust when someone else changes your plans”

My logical brain is very wise when it wants to be. Damn it!