It's Confused

Sometimes I think we've made progress. And then other times I'm not so sure. BB told me a few minutes ago that he was headed to take a shower. He just came back to tell me there weren't any washcloths and wanted to know if the laundry had been done. I told him they were in the laundry basket - I just hadn't folded them yet. He walks over and stares at the laundry basket and says "perhaps I'd better wait a bit then." I said "can't you just take a washcloth out of the laundry basket?" and he does his teen boy grunting thing and says "well.... I'd have to find one........ and there's all this stuff on top......." I didn't even say anything to that. We've been working on logic. As in, FIND a washcloth. But I feel rather too tired to go into teaching logic at the moment. So I didn't say anything. But a sigh escaped. I heard him rustling around and a minute later he appeared with a washcloth in hand.

Now I'm feeling disheartened. Is this progress? or NOT progress?

I can't see the forest for the trees right now. 

Wish I could actually blog more. It might help me muddle through everything going on. With baby. With the boys. With hubby. With me and my anger issues.

And I desperately need sleep.