Day 3 single dad

When I started whatever, this is rambling, writing, whining maybe complaining. I had no idea people could comment. I wanted to thank the ones that have for the ideals on meals and just general encouragement. I know I must sound like a fool, but my 11yr intimidates me just a bit sometimes.
Well, Chance wanted oatmeal and bacon don’t think he will ask for that again.
Chance: dad it doesn’t look lumpy like that when mom makes it my spoon is stuck
Me: you want a bacon sandwich
Chance: dad school serves breakfast (Boy that cuts deep LOL)
Me: I will learn sooner or later to cook. Saturday we can go to Sams and get some frozen breakfast stuff
Chance: I have to have a note for yesterday
Me: I called them, it’s taken care of
Chance: no I get in trouble I need a note you don’t know Mr. B he is mean
Me: ok calm down I write a note while you go get ready.
Chance: (from the laundry room) dad, my jeans don’t fit
Me: you did not grow that much overnight you’re going to school
Chance: I’m not lying
I went into the laundry he was right
Me: try these
Chance: those are too big
Me: just try them, please
Chance: fine, but they don’t fit me (as he puts them on)
Me: see if they fit
Chance: they didn’t fit they were too big when mom got them, I’m not lying
Me: I believe you it is ok
Chance: why is all my white stuff pink
Me: your dad is a moron wear your black socks and t-shirt nobody can see your underwear remember your shoes are in the dryer before you say you can’t find them
I went back to doing dishes, feeling about an inch tall. Crises aborted Chance walked into the kitchen
Chance: dad, my shoe doesn’t fit
Me: how does only one not fit
Chance: I don’t know
Me: it will stretch
Chance: fine, I think I missed the bus
Me: it’s ok It’s my fault I’ll take you
That boy and his shoes are going to be the death of me, I think he just doesn’t like wearing them that he got from his mom.

I guess I learned a new lesson a day do not wash jeans in hot water do not mix colors and use hot water.
On the way to school
Chance: dad you’re not a very good mom you need to take a class or something (he laughed) but think he meant it.
Me: Buddy it will get better hang in there put your shoes on and have a good day here is your note for yesterday
Chance: this one hurts my foot it’s too small
Me: That makes no sense your fine they fit yesterday
Chance: It is, mom would believe me
He got out and headed to class I headed to the field to disc till he gets home.