The Bomb

Well another day another drama. I have decided I need to rearrange my son's chore list because it seems he cannot complete the one's he is given. They are not hard, I don't think. They are a bit gross, but hey that's all part of having pets. I remember as a kid my mom saying she thought we didn't do a good job at something in a an effort to try to get out of it and as a kid that did not make much sense to me. But now I understand it completely. And I think my son does too. So today I have to rethink his chores, I have to think up chores that he can't so much mess up. I have to make him weekly list and enforce the lists. He is dead set against lists, though I am not sure why, he seriously needs reminders. I refuse to be his daily reminder. I myself have lists to remind myself of things. He feels lists are childish I suppose, if they are I am extremely childish because I have a list for everything, and I do mean everything. This whole thing is a subject I have to approach with caution because this kid is like a one of those little bombs in a cartoon you can kick it all over and just when you think it is a dud and won't explode, BAM, in your face! Oh just wait until he hears we decided he cannot go to Hershey this week with his friend and his family. I am not looking forward to that explosion.

Maybe he loves me after all........

I think despite the fact that my son acts like my mere existence is somehow a burden to him, he just may love me. He wore this shirt yesterday for Special Person's Day. I went to school to have lunch with him. By the way his shirt says My Mom Rocks in case it's too small to read. I bought the shirt for him months ago as a joke, never thinking he would actually wear it, and what a shocker I got when he wore it yesterday. I have said it before and I will say it again. For everyone who swears that girls are so much harder than boys, especially in their pre-teems, you have not met my son! He is an emotional rollercoaster. He has his highs, lows, these drastic twists and turns, and the loops, oh the loops!