Boy's "Time of the Month"

However said that teenage boys will be easy never had any. I've come to realize that yes, boys get their period too. Mine must have it now. It started this morning at 6:25 am. I was really enterprising and made pancake "donuts" last night. All I had to do this morning was heat them up, shoot syrup inside and sprinkle with confectioner's sugar. Boys came down and little son was happy. Big son comes down and makes a face. Now, he had a couple last night, loved them, and asked for them this morning. Big son asks what's for breakfast. I told him. Another face and then "No, I'm not eating that." OK. Well, I say, there is time for me to make a scrambled egg for you. No. Ok. "What do you want", I ask. What is there. Now, I felt like saying the same thing as every day, but I had a feeling on where this was going. There is cereal, donuts, poptarts, toast, eggs, pancake donuts. I get a look. "Jesus, there is never anything for breakfast in this house." Husband, being the brave man he is was peeking around the kitchen doorway. Obviously he knew where this was headed. Ok, I say, sorry there is nothing you like. Just remember you wanted the pancake donuts for today. Another look, a huff, and back upstairs he goes. 6:50. Big Son comes back downstairs. Husband braved the turbulance and was in the kitchen. "I'll have a scrambled egg with toast." Husband laughs. I say, the bus is comming in 10 minutes, there isn't enough time now. Big Son: FINE! I'll go to school hungry while sugarbaby (his nickname for baby son) got to eat. Husband and I just looked at each other and said "goodbye, have a nice day."



2:50: School bus has brought the boys home. Big Son comes up to me and says, "Hey mom, remember when I asked if two friends could sleep over the night before the Philly trip?" Yes, I say, but I also told you no because it was a school night, grandma and grandpa and Aunt Rebecca were comming over, I was going to be in NYC during the day, and I want to spend time with you before you go with no friends. "Well, I invited 2 friends over anyway". Huh. Well, I said, you are going to have to uninvite them because they are not welcomed that night. I walk out the door just at the right time. Inside is banging yelling and pounding up the stairs.



4:30: "When is dad going to be here to bring my dirtbike to be fixed" I don't know, maybe after work. "This is just great. Doesn't he know I have things to do tonight." Like what, I ask. "Mom, please, just call your husband and tell him I'm waiting for him." Huh. I knew husband was on his way home to go with him. Husband walks in the door and calls Big Son. How can I take you and your dirtbike if you haven't washed it yet? Big Son: "Dad, that is why it is a dirt bike. It is suppose to get dirty. You can wash it while I change my cloths." Husband looks at me. I raise my eyebrow. Husband: How about you get outside, wash your bike, get it in the truck and I'll take you. Or you can go to your room, get your computer and your IPod while I grab your cloths and we'l throw them out the window for talking to me like that. Big Son looks at husband, huffs and goes outside. Before they leave, husband comes in to say goodbye. Big son is behind him and asks what's for dinner. London Broil. "God, since you don't do anything during the day, you could at least make something good for dinner." Walks out. I think I'm going crazy. This can not be my son. What happened in the last 24 hours? Can't even blame it on school since he woke up this way!!

6:15: Husband and Big Son get home. Big Son walks in the door. "Hi Mommy, when's dinner" Soon. "OK, I'm going to finish my homework. Love you." What? This is not the boy who left. Husband walks in the door and I ask him if he talked to Big Son. No. All he said was Big Son better watch how he talks to me or else he'll have to deal with Husband. Ok.

6:45: Big Son: Mom and Dad, could you please buy me a portable DVD player to take on the bus to Philly so my friends and I can watch movies. Husband: can't you load movies onto your IPOD? Big Son: Yes, but then my friends can't watch with me. Husband: Well, then I guess they will have to watch the bus movies or download their own moview to their IPODs. Big Son: You guys are so selfish. You don't care what is important to me. Husband: Not if it includes making your friends happy. Big Son: God dad, don't you remember having friends? Pounding up the stairs. Eyebrows raised between Husband and myself.

7:oo: Big Son: Mom dinner is great. Thank you. Me to myself: Isn't this the kid who said dinner was going to be horrible? To Son: Thanks, I'm glad you enjoy it. Big Son: Yeah, I just don't understand what you do all day. This dinner is OK for a working family.

Huh. I guess it is time to implement the "This is what life is like if Mom worked." I did this once before, about 2 years ago. What it means is this. In the morning, breakfast is cereal while I "pretend" I'm getting ready for work. I leave the house at 6:45, like I did when I worked. After school, they have to take care of themselves, no talking to me, like if I wasn't there. No help with homework, settleing fights, no motorcycles. NOTHING. Then at 6:00, I open then close the door and say MOM's HOME. Then I start to ask about their day, if they need help with homework and start cooking dinner. Which is chicken nuggets and french fries. The last time, Big Son was vurious. Hated taht day. Yeah, I think Thursday of this week will be a Mom is Working Day.