One of the types of behavior I constantly deal with usually goes something like this:
W is changing son's clothes from day clothes into jammies. The socks that she hand laid out get knocked into the sink earlier accientally. I take them out before she changes son, try to dry them off and put them back on the counter. As she goes to use them she notices they're wet. "These socks are soaking wet!" (even though they're not really) I say, "Son knocked them into the sink. They're not so bad." Then she lets out a sigh of exasperation and says with a nasty tone, "Can you go get me another pair of socks??" I get them and come back and hand them to her. She says, "Thank you" in a calm tone.
Any time things get out of order she wants to blame me.
Yesterday the boys wouldn't eat lunch. I had taken them for a walk and then up to the local high school so they could run around of the astroturf field and play with a ball. We got home around their lunch time and because they wouldn't eat my W says, "They're overtired now. You can't keep them out that long. This isn't working! During the week they're OK and on the weekend everything gets messed up. This isn't working." Totally irrational, totally out of touch. They weren't hungry, that's why they weren't eating. And the fact that she was shoving food in their faces. They're 2.
