Who Else Wants to Sell Their Teenagers?
He's adorable right???
Oh I know what you're all thinking! Look at that adorable, fun loving, sweet boy that is posing for such a cute picture....how could his mother ever be mad at that face?? Trust me on this one people, that is NOT the face of an angel. That is the face of a teenage boy, and that in and of itself is enough said, especially for those of you that are parents. You know what I'm talking about....you just don't want to admit it. None of you want to be the ones to come right out and admit out loud that YOU KNOW WHY SOME ANIMALS EAT THEIR YOUNG!! Ok, Ok, perhaps that's a little harsh for some of you to admit...I won't make you go quite that far, but suffice to say, it's a darn good thing most days that the boy is cute cuz sometimes it's all that saves him!
Today is his first day of Christmas break. And he is off until January 18th because he will be starting a new school program and won't be going back the same time as the other kids. So if you don't see any more posts from me after this one, it's either because they've put me in the mental ward as they have found me screaming running naked down the street, OR I've run away from home and nobody can find me and I don't want them to track me through HubPages. So I will say my tentative goodbyes now! :)
Let's see, I believe he came out of his bedroom sometime around 12:00 or 1:00 this afternoon...which was fine, I did not bother him any sooner as he is crabby and did not want to get yelled at. I figure it like this, don't poke the hibernating bear! So he comes downstairs, and he proceeds to ask if he can open a Christmas present, No of course is the answer to this, why doesn't he ever get the biggest present under the tree, which I patiently explain it is not about the size of the gift (yes believe it or not I did tell my son size doesn't matter) and that I spent the same amount of money on him and his brother.
From there he proceeded to ask me if I would buy him a tattoo for Christmas, "No son", can he get on "legal" steroids so he can get really "ripped" muscles, "No son", well then can we go right now and get him protein shakes so he can get really "ripped", "No son", can we go get his hair cut (this one is ironic because five minutes before I said you need your hair trimmed and he very curtly told me he wasn't getting his hair cut at all!), "Not right now son it's snowing outside and I don't want to go that far in the car". He then proceeded to nag for a car, which he can't even drive as he has no drivers license yet. At this point he got fed up and went back upstairs. I thought, AHHHH peace and quiet. HAHA you'd think I'm a brand new mom or an idiot for thinking such a silly thought. We then got blessed with listening to some loud thumping rap music, I believe to "punish" me for saying no to all his other requests.
After going upstairs myself and picking up all his wet towels and dirty cloths from his shower, I got myself dressed, and prepared to go to the post office. We sell on ebay to make a living since my husband had to quit working due to Multiple Sclerosis, and one of my daily chores is to take all packages to our local post office. This is only a couple blocks from our home, so I didn't mind this drive. I ask my "lovely" son if he will go with to help me carry as we had a lot of packages today. He helps carry the boxes to the car, and then proceeds to get in the drivers seat saying "Let me drive Mom". Now, he's already driven once, without my knowledge, in somebody elses car, and got caught by the police and brought home to me when he was still only 14. This resulted in a trip to court, an almost $200 fine, which I made him pay out of his money in the bank, and a 6 hour drivers safety course that he had to take, (yes they made him take drivers safety class at 14 with no license!). So of course, I said "No son you can't drive". At this point he got out of the car and was refusing to come with me. After numerous attempts on my part to get him in the car he finally, sullenly, got in the passenger seat. I drive us to the Post Office, where Mr. Charm and Personality refuses to get out and help me carry any packages. I make two trips, carrying all my items into the Post Office, and when I come back out to go home, guess who is no longer in the car? (At least he didn't drive it home without me!) He walked home, to punish me! Silly him, I just enjoyed the peace and quiet!
He has since removed himself from the house, down the road three houses to his best friends house, where I am sure he will remain until the latest possible moment, to further punish us for saying no to him. And I'm sure there are a few more things he "nagged" for today that my brain has just let go of to preserve what tiny bit of my sanity is still rattling around in there. Wish me luck folks, I'm not sure how I'm going to make it through the rest of break!
