You Tricked Me!

At 8:30 I went in and told Tember that I would be back at 10.
He would be getting up.
No ands ifs or buts about it.
And he better not make me get the squirt bottle.
10 comes and I go in.
Okay 9:58 but still close enough.
I jump on his bed and begin to poke him..
Bug him.
Tickle him
Sang to him.
He giggled a little but still would not get up.
I did what any self respecting mother would do at this point…..I took his comforter away and put it in the wash.
In my defense it was time to wash the thing as it stunk.
Tember has had since he was 2.
It is falling apart.
He refuses to give it up.
I digress.
He pouts.
He whines.
And whines.
And whines.
I get annoyed.
At 10:58 the washer stops and I go throw clothes in dryer.
Oooooops clothes from laundry two days ago.
I am not ashamed.
After throwing his blanket in I poked my head into his room.
Me: So I guess you are not coming?
T: Coming where?
Me: With me to Tim Hortons. You don’t come you don’t get anything.
T: Well what are you getting?
Me: IDK but if you don’t come you get nothing.
It took some cajoling but finally he catapulted.
I even was able to get in a walk around the block route.
I may have not been very forthcoming what a walk around the block looked like.
He moaned and groaned a little bit and we walked.
Into a northern wind.
NW according to my phone.
Which lead to much mocking of me by Tember.
He over-exaggerates my dislike of cold weather.
But hey at least he was no longer moping but laughing.
As we came near to our destination I suggested walking further.
To no avail.
I suggested crossing the street walking to 4th and back.
Was told it was pointless.
I said I wanted to walk longer.
Tember decided at this point that this whole thing has been a trick.
Me: No. I like walking with you. We talk. We are spending time together. We can be sewn at the hip.
T: Ummmm……no
M: What you don’t want to spend time with me?
T: The sewn at the hip thing.
M: Well…..stitched together
T: Mom we would have to go to the bathroom together. We would have to sleep together. Mom we would have to shower together!
***I am giggling***
M:Okay maybe not that… about hooks. So when we wanted to do different things we could unhook.
T: Mom! No that just sounds painful.
***I may have wet myself a little as I gasped with laughter.
Anyone overhearing would be wondering wtf.
And I totally blame him for the leakage when I laugh.
All his fault.
This is our normal types of conversations.***
T: And it would catch on things
M: No you would have normal shirts on when not attached.
T: Still gonna catch on something.
M: We will velcro it. Attach velcro to the other side and it will hold it down. No catching.
***Tember stops and looks at me. I am dying.***
M: Stop making me laugh! I am going to pee myself.
T: Mom everything sounds painful.
M: So……no to the going for a walk? Or no to being stitched together at the hip?
Tember did come up with a compromise.
Got our food and treats. (Chillers and donuts w/sandwiches-Amazing)
We walked back the semi long way.
Crossing the gas station parking lot horizontally.
We had a fun time despite Tember being annoyed at me for making him get up.
As I sat here typing it suddenly flashed on my screen that one no make that two Amazon packages were delivered.
Um no……..
Clicked open tracking and there is a picture of my front door with two packages.
Tember’s school supplies: decent geometry set and french/english dictionary.
For me one last late birthday gift: Amazon FiretvStick.
Going to go and install.
Wish me luck.
Happy Sunday Sweeties.
©Sept. 13/20
Picture is my own

1st Day of School

It finally arrived.
The first day of school.
Tember woke me at 5:10 a.m. to ask me if he could have his shower.
I said sure. 
Reset my alarm for 6.
Tember finishes showering and gets ready.
I must have dozed for 5 minutes. Maybe.
Now Tember wants to learn how to make coffee.
When he says step by step…..he means step by step.
Step One: Go and empty the reusable coffee filter. Rinse it out and…..
Mom stop I want to go do that.
Step Two: Put the now cleaned filter back in coffee pot and grind beans.
Mom? How many beans do I put in? How much water? How many scoops of?
I will just get up and do it.
No mom I want to do it.
I showered and when I came out coffee was made.
Tember had eaten breakfast.
We went over his school supplies and what he had as he packed his bag.
I made his lunch.
Plunked down with my coffee then remembered I needed to take our first day of school picture.
Which is when it happened.
He is so big.
We went to the bathroom and stood back to back.
I measured him with the tape measure.
64″. 5’4″. 3″ to go and he is as tall as I am.
He went back to his room and I sat down and cried.
He is growing up.
So damn fast.
And I do not like it.
Also he is not a shooter…..he is a steady grower. 
Drop off time was 8:40.
Tember and I as usual didn’t get out the door until 8:37.
Sit in car. 
I just had a realization. 
Tember is so much more secure in himself than I am.
He took a pink ruler to school. 
He has two fingers painted with pink nail polish.
That is all.
And yet I was worried what others would think.
I was worried that he might be made fun of.
Damn it all yet another step of his maturity.
Which as we all know is something I have always stressed to him.
His individuality.
Being true to himself.
And I tried to change that this morning.
Back to sitting in the car.
We are chatting away about how we are never on time.
I could have us ready to go by 8:30 and yet it will be 8:40 by the time we arrive at the car.
It is not that far of a walk.
Wonder of wonders we made all the lights.
It was awesome.
Then I arrived at the 4 way stop.
I have never seen a line up like that before.
Not for taking kids to school.
Rode the brake the whole time. 
Was directed where to go and what to do.
I did not understand. Arg
I felt like an absolute idiot.
I was waiting to turn when I happened to look at the vehicle passing in front of me. 
And I see the mom leaning forward. 
Looking exactly as I did. 
All of us parents are going through the exact same feelings of helplessness.
Whether your child is beginning or ending their school career this is a very different first day of school.
None of us know what is coming.
All we can do is go with the flow.
Our kids will settle into this new school norm quite quickly. 
We will settle into our drop off and pick up routines. 
And our kids will keep growing.
No matter how sometimes I wish I could turn time back. 
To my little guy starting his school career.
Have a wonderful Wednesday loves.
©Sept. 9/20
Pictures are my own