When did it happen to You?

Last evening T was throwing a bit of attitude at me which lead to me stating that if he did not stop I was going to not allow him to go out and trick or treat tonight.
He wanted to know why I got to have attitude and he did not?
Me: I am the adult. I am the one who pays the bills and puts the food on the table. When you are an adult and have children you can have all the attitude you want and when they demand to know why you get to have attitude you can tell them because that is what I said happened.
T to J: I cannot wait to be an adult.
I was just going in to have a soak in the tub when he said this.
I opened the bathroom door and looked at them.
Me: When do you think you become an adult?
T: 18
Me: That is when the law says you are an adult. When do you think you become an adult?
T & J: 16
Me: When do you think that you become an adult?
T & J: 16.
Me: When do you think that you become an adult?
T: When did you become an adult mom?
Me: End of 2017. I grew up. I realized that I made the choices and I was responsible for the consequences. I began to become the person that I want to be.
T: You have only been an adult for 4 years?
Me: That is how I see it.
This is true.
I coasted in life before then.
Drinking.
Taking pills.
Running from my existence.
Now.
I am present.
I do not look towards a future where I see a better time of it; that better time is now.
I raise T how I want him to be.
Not how society thinks that he should be raised.
I want him to have a voice.
I want him to be responsible.
I want him to be accountable.
I want him to be better.
Better than me.
I guide him along this pathway of life.
Teaching by example not by the words that I speak.
Soon one day he is going to spread his wings and take flight.
He will look back every so often to make sure that I am still there but my importance will diminish as his own rises.
I look at the young man T is today and know he is going to be a great adult one day.
So long as he realizes that being an adult is not dependent on age.
©Oct. 31/21
Picture is my own

Makes Me Happy

I started cleaning the bathroom.
Which lead to sweeping the kitchen.
Which lead to getting the vacuum out and doing bedroom and little hall.
Which lead to the decision to move my couch.
I moved the table back to the other end.
The other day I was looking under the couch checking for Loki’s balls.
The back leg is a little cocked over.
Today as I moved the couch the leg fell off.
Out.
I had to jury rig it so that the end would not fall down.
This means the end of my moving the couch.
Unless I take the legs off the other ends.
I called to T and asked him to come out and give me a hand.
He comes out and groans as he sees that I have everything pulled apart.
T: You’re moving the couch again?
Me: It makes me happy.
T: I thought I made you happy.
Me: You do. Like 99.9% of the time. The other .10% is moving things around.
As I was finishing the living room I asked T to throw the towels in the dryer.
I had done the laundry and included the bath mats in the load.
T told me that there were no towels in the wash.
I was hmmmmm maybe I put them in the dryer?
Asked T if the dryer was on.
He said no so I asked him to turn it back on.
A little while later I went into the washroom to discover the lid of the washing machine up with the laundry still in the wash.
Perplexed I opened the dryer to find it empty.
Me: TOED what the hell?
Go stick my head in his room.
Me: I thought I asked you to put the towels in the dryer?
T: There are no towels in the washer. Just the mats.
Me: The towels were underneath. Why did you not put in the dryer?
T: Because you asked me to put the towels in. There were no towels.
Me: But I asked you…..why would you not put the stuff in the washer into the dryer?
T Because you asked me to put the towels in.
Me:
Suddenly waving my hand in the air:
Me: This. This right here. This is you being blonde. OMG!
T: What do you mean?
I walked away.
Shaking my head.
T followed me out of his room.
T: It’s not my fault that you had sex with a blonde man and he is my father.
I cannot even some days people.
I cannot even.
©Oct. 30/21
Picture is from Pinterest
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