Um Say what?

T and me are at home together this week with my holidays and his school break. Yesterday it was announced they were going to have the kids do remote learning for a week returning to in-person learning Jan. 17. With how contagious the Omicron strain the teachers and school divisions wanted to ensure safety was first.

My first attempt to wake him this morning was just me jabbing him to make sure he was still breathing. Why would I do this? Thomas. And his crying. Running back and forth.

My second attempt scared him. Again. I leaned over his bed, looming and stared at him. When that was not enough I said his name. His eyes fluttered open and his face disappeared into his head and chin. As I roared with laughter telling him I wish I had a camera to take picture of his face he informed me I was in no way, shape or form funny. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Even as I write that I am crying with laughter.

T came meandering into the kitchen after I told him to use bathroom as I want to go in for a soak. At the moment we have milk and water to drink. T had milk with his breakfast. I watch as he goes to the cupboard, opens the door before I say:

If you are getting milk do not get another cup use the other one.

T closed the door and walked passed me.

Were you seriously going to get another cup for milk?

Yep.

©Jan.5/22

What did you do?????

Tuesday evening T was greatly surprised to find me still up and in the living room.
I had been waiting for him to get home so we could have a quick chat about his day.
He came through the door with his usual cheery ‘Hello’ and bounded down the stairs.
Dropped his school bag on the floor, his jacket soon followed.
And then began his nightly routine.
First he opens the cupboard with the dried goods.
Next he opens the cupboard with the granola bars and cookies.
But those are for school.
Next stop the fridge.
Where he stands holding the door open, half hunched over like an ogre staring in at the emptiness.
And every night I say the same thing to him: T you know what is in there. Please don’t stand there with the door open.
And he says every night: But mom I’m hungry.
Last night he wanted to know what was wrong with me.
I was not making dinner and having leftovers for him.
Tried to explain that it is hard to cook for just myself and so I sometimes have noodles or cereal for supper.
With disdain dripping in his voice he stated: I can see that.
However I am jumping ahead here.
Let us back up to Tuesday evening.
T is hanging on the door of the fridge and I had asked something about his lunch.
He looks over the side of the door and freezes me with his stare.
T: Mom what did you do to my muffin? Why did you take the top off?
Me: What do you mean? It would not fit in the container and I had no other bags to put them in. That is why the cookies were in there too.
T: The soggy cookies.
Me: How’d they get soggy?
T: I don’t know but you traumatized my class.
Me (raised eyebrow): Say what?
T: First everyone wanted to know why I was just eating cinnamon raisin bread for lunch.
Me: What? They have never had to use a bread bag or plastic bag for their lunches?
T: Mom their parents are all lawyers or doctors.
Me (laughing): So they cannot use bread bags for something else?
T: And then I took the lid off the container and pull out….the muffin top!! And now everyone wants to know why my mom would do that? Why would you kill the muffin.
Me (laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes)
T: It was so weird mom. Eating just the top separate from the bottom.
I was dying I was laughing so hard.
And now I am no longer the cool mom I am that weird mom.
©Dec. 2/21
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