Jakob is a tortured soul...and through virtue of that, I am a tortured mother.
Quick side note: yesterday I was positive the gods were out to get me...but I survived. And as the saying goes: what doesn't kill you makes you stronger!
So why is Jakob so tortured?
One: Day camp. He hates it.
Two: Karate. He hates it - it's boring.
I really don't get it. How can you hate grapes? They are little balls of sweetness - I described them as nature's candy to Jakob while he was making retching noises and spitting the chewed remains into the green bin.
Speaking of grapes - there is nothing nicer than a reasonably dry rose wine spritzer with the glass filled with sweet strawberries!
A little survival tip if you too are a tortured mother.