life is good when....

My teenager is not afraid to be seen with me

My teenager still wants to hang out with "mom"

My son's friends randomly snap chat me

High school girls let me hang out while they read books out loud

And more... but at least I don't feel so old...

Life is good.

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another day...

I got to the gym tonight. I walked at break. I watched my food. I know what I need to do and how to do it. Problem is keeping on track. My son struggles, but he doesn't seem to comprehend. It hurts me to see him struggle, but many time NOT help himself.
I guess I need to take it to extremes.... Gotta do what I've gotta do... I'm a mom....

yadda yadda yadda wah wah...

I just got home from my early morning appointment. My son has been awake. I walked in and said I was going to lay down. My son then followed me into my room and talked for 15 minutes... About Call of Duty, our cats, OMG facts, etc etc... Okay, so now he's out of words... I am taking a nap...

butting heads

This morning has been a long one. My son and I have butted heads more than once already. It's gonna be a long day. I can't deal with this.

I love my son... but...

Tonight has been melt-down city since I got home.

I went to the grocery store, and dropped almost $100 with only 3 small bags. I went for 5 things and walked out with the small bags. I got home, the roads suck, we are dealing with snow and slipper roads. My 15 minute drive from work to home took me almost a 1/2 hour. And then there was the grocery store... Anyway, I got home.

My son brought in 2 bags and I had the rest of the shit. I can only carry so much, including locking the car and closing the garage door. I ran out of fingers to carry, so I put the 5lb bag of grapefruit in my purse, as I was NOT going to make another trip. I got to the house and my son is in the kitchen and my hands are full. I put something down to open the door and half-way open he yells at me because I didn't let him open the door.

Then it was just a variety of issues rolling downhill. I asked him to put something away, he snapped and said "I will". I turned away. He then wouldn't move when I opened the fridge, so my fingers got pinched. He then apologized for pinching my fingers. Then I dropped a piece of meat on the floor, he apologized.

This kid is sweet, but I could fall off a cliff, 400 miles from him, and he would be the one apologizing it happened. That absolutely drives me nuts!

Then if I don't answer him in the correct tone of voice, so he thinks I'm mad or upset. If I talk loud, he tells me I'm yelling. Then his voice increases.

I love my child to death... but he might be the death of one of us by the time this is over.

Today he had no school, finals are over, he was up and under my feet at 5am (in my serenity space I crave in the morning) and then my mom got up. Let's add to it that, since it was cold and snowing, I don't think either of them got dressed or went outside. My parking spot, in the driveway, was still full of snow. My mom and son have been stranded together, in one house, all day... and that never means anything good will come out of it. That just adds to the stress and pain.

I left for work 20 minutes earlier than usual. And mind you, I already leave home an hour before my day starts (flash back to my statement that my commute is 15 minutes). I get my "me" time. No one looks for me at work that early, I don't have to answer phones. I take the time to group, regroup, and ease my way into my day. No one else in the department shows up for another hour after I start.

I love my son to death and wouldn't trade him for the world... except maybe this morning... and maybe tonight... I love him when he is sleeping (does that count?) I think I need a glass of wine... and some ear plugs.

last nite i mentioned missing spoons...

I love my child and he is great.

I guess I would realize that things are missing. Does he not understand that when we only have 4 spoons,  when we normally have 12, something is amiss?  Or when we have 8 water bottles in the fridge, then there is suddenly none?

Do all kids think that the dryer eats both the socks and the dishes? I know I'm not Cinderella and we do not have mice... but then again... maybe we do?

I guess I need to keep an eye open for singing mice running around with bowls and spoons!

Missing spoons... and more

In our house, spoons tend to disappear as fast, if not faster, than the socks in our dryer. My son is just like my ex. Similar to a hoarder, but more of a closet person. My son sneaks food and then hides the wrappers. He eats candy, hiding the wrappers, which he sees his grandmother do the same thing. His dad used to hide things too. I am going through this over and over. Tonight, I found 4 water bottles, 6 spoons, and 4 dishes. WTF? The worse part of the whole thing is that I KNOW where to look. It isn't exactly obvious but I'm a mom... I'm not stupid. This is gonna drive me nuts. There is obviously an issue with so many other things that lead to the secretive life. My mom stashes candy in her night stand and then wonders why she gains weight and can't sleep. Hmmmm .. a bag of chocolate wouldn't have anything to do with that, would it? My ex used to use alcohol, cigarettes and prescription meds in excess. After the divorce I was finding pills, empty beer bottles and empty booze bottles hidden. My son is still young but I worry about his secretive eating, since obesity runs in our family. How do I confront him and fix this before it goes horribly wrong?

long week

Going on vacation - first in over a decade. Never had the money or justification. Now I want my child to have fun and good memories, and I want to be happy. Too bad I feel like hell, am stressed, and hate the world. I want my son to be proud of me. Will that ever happen?

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What ‘cha doin’?

Ok, so that is a routine question in my house… and it is not primarily from Phineas and Ferb… it is from my son – a teenager with obsessive tendencies. He has to be in the middle of things and can hear a conversation from across the room, but can’t seem to hear me from across the kitchen table when I ask him to use his fork, not his fingers, or to use his napkin, not his pants.

I spend all day at work, trying to get things down on the computer and answering the phone. I get enough interruptions and distractions. The last thing I want to do is come up, with good intentions of going on the computer and accomplishing something other than work, school, or church. I used to have a social life, I used to facebook, I used to tweet, I used to blog, but lately, distractions keep me sidetracked. I love my child, but it really bugs me when I am trying to do something and he is continually coming in and asking “What ‘cha doin’?” Or, even worse, stands over my shoulder to see what I am doing. I know that if I did that to him, he would flip a gasket! And when it isn’t him, it’s Grandma. Yes, she does the same thing. She has no clue on computers or the internet, but standing over my shoulder is her part-time job apparently.

Sometimes, I even wonder if the cats have the same thoughts? Especially as they stand on top of me and stare down at me, with that “look” on their face.  Can you imagine your cat staring down at you and suddenly saying “What ‘cha doin’?” Yep, I can!!!! (If you knew my cats, you would think so too.)

Why can’t a girl get some time alone? Oh yea, trust me, even the bathroom is not a sacred place… no one needs it until I am in there, nor does anyone want to talk to me until that same time. Maybe that is why the cats hang in the bathroom with me when I’m getting dressed or taking a bath? For the seclusion? Who knows… maybe.