Someone remind me again why infanticide is illegal?

I got very little because my oh so darling son has been an ABSOLUTE FUCKTARD ALL MORNING
He woke me up at 7am, after I'd been asleep for like only an hour. Oh no, the fact I had been awake for over 40 hours does NOT mean I can easily get to sleep after laying down. That would be too easy for Jayson. I finally get to sleep, and get woken up noticably earlier than he normally gets up.

He wanted me to hook up one of the video games, which is no biggie. So I get out in the living room, I have the thing in hand, and he starts acting weird. Can't really describe his behaviour, but it's WTFy.

Me: "Do you want me to hook this up?"
Him: *silence*
Me: "Do you want me to hook this up?"
Him: *silence*
Me: "Do you want me to hook this up? Answer me, yes or no"
Him: *more silence*
Repeat several times

I finally have enough of it, and count to 3. "Answer me, yes or no. One. Yes or no. Two. Yes or no..."
And at the last minute, he does this little spazzy dance and POINTS at it.
But still SAYS NOTHING. PERFECTLY SILENT.

He got yelled at, the game was put away, and I went back to bed FURIOUS. Can I get back to sleep?

HELL NO. Of course not. Nothing simple for me.

I do manage to get zoned out.

A couple hours later? He wants breakfast. OK...

Does he wake me up by saying "Daddy get up"?

You should know the answer to this.

Of course not! He starts shoving me around instead!

So we sit down and have a Talk about why he wouldn't answer me earlier. He knows that he will NEVER get in trouble for answering my questions (unless he lies). But he also knows will ALWAYS get in trouble for not answering at all.

I ended up getting 90% no answers AGAIN. And 10% various answers that were obvious LIES. Including contradicting his own answers. AND refusing to answer a question he already answered once!

So in the end, I was sick and FUCKING TIRED of it.

His video games have been taken away. His favouritest things to play with in the world.

POOF. Gone. I haven't even just unplugged them like I normally do. I physically unhooked them and removed the consoles.

Him? Waterworks. My reaction? "Stop crying about the video games or you never get them back." Yeah, my tolerance level is NEGATIVE right now.

So I've had VERY little sleep. My knee joints are in wicked fucking STABBITY pain. Oh yeah, lets not forget the migraine.

Both being suffered by The Man Immune To Painkillers. Yeah.

I *can't* get back to sleep even if I wanted to, because I'm now wide awake and he's up.

I'm fucking even more stressed on top of yesterday now (No, I'm not getting into yesterday. I didn't post about t for a reason. Anyone who asks will get disemboweled with a spork. Hear me?)

I did NOT need this shit!!!

So yeah. Fair warning to anyone. Annoy me on pain of death.
Hell, be NICE to me at your own risk.

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I suppose I should clarify. I am not saying "Grr! Go away, leave me alone!"

I am saying "Be warned. I am rather testy today. If you choose to talk to me, I may become quite upset and bite your head off over something that I wouldn't even notice (let alone be annoyed by) on a normal day."

For the most part, I am fine, and would welcome company. However, I won't necessarily make good company, so no guarantees.