Just a quick LOL
My son, 6, waits until the very last second to pee.
He was bouncing around the living room, trying to play with the Chanukah clings on the window, trying to ignore his bladder. I sent him off to the bathroom, getting weary of the pee-pee dance taking place in the living room.
He heads in. I can hear the tinkle in the living room. Once the stream stops he mutters an “Ah-haaaaaaaa”, obviously content with his now empty bladder.
LOL I have so been there before.
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This morning I woke up before 5 am. I sat up for a few minutes thinking I would wake up enough to make it until our 6 am wake up to the alarm. I quickly realized I needed that extra hour so I headed back to bed hoping my getting up wouldn’t stop me from hearing the alarm on time.
The alarm rang and I slept through it for 15 minutes.
Sigh.
In a mad dash to get my 6 year old off to school an argument began.
It’s 41 degrees outside and I hear the wind howling at the windows. Dammit, we forgot Lil Man’s jacket at my friend’s house over the weekend, a weekend warm enough the jacket was easily forgotten.
I grabbed another sweater and began to layer the clothing on my son. Few feet to the bus, not to far to the classroom, hat and gloves, it should be okay. When I got to his hoodie, he began to argue. He wanted his black jacket.
Our argument went something like this:
Him: No, black jacket!
Me: We left your black jacket at Tara’s house.
Him: No, black jacket!
Me: We don’t have it, we left it at Tara’s.
Him: Bedroom.
Me: It’s not in the bedroom, it’s at Tara’s.
Him: Bedroom.
Me: Really it’s not here, now please put on your hoodie, grab your sleeves (of his sweater so they pull through nicely)…
Him: Bedroom!
Off he goes into the bedroom. I am thinking to myself, “This just goes to show he will one day be a man. He can’t take my word for it. He has to look for himself. In turn, he is wasting valuable time”.
He, of course, comes back empty handed.
Me: Are you now convinced that we left your black jacket at Tara’s house?
He grabbed his sleeves and let me put his hoodie on him.
Sigh.
Not even the slightest acknowledgment that I was right. Just like his father. Simply resigned that he will have to wear the hoodie. No “I am sorry”, certainly no, “You were right”. Just a simple motion of “Let’s get this over with, put my hoodie on me”.
Sounds like a variation of a variation of a similar conversation I have had with his father a million times before.
Him: I lost the keys. I left them on the desk. Do you know where they are?
Me: No.
We begin to look for them, him in the bedroom, me in the living room. I search the desk, behind the desk, in the couch…
Him: They aren’t in there. Did you check the couch?
Me: Yes. I didn’t find them.
He proceeds to search the couch.
Me: I said they weren’t in the couch.
He continues to look anyway, NOT finding the stupid keys. Serves him right. Always has to go behind me and do something I already did.
Or how about the conversations when we get lost? All the same. The penis types never listen to us. Have to do it their way, which is invariably wrong. And in the end, do we even get a simple “I’m sorry”? Ha!
So yes, this is evidence my son will one day be a man. Sadly, all the coffee in the world will not stunt the child’s growth enough to keep him from growing up.
Sigh…
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