My bff’s daughter is a vegetarian. And there is nothing wrong with that. My sister in law and niece and nephews do not eat meat. My brother he is a meat eater. My bff, she too is a meat eater.
However her daughter is out for the weekend and she is a vegetarian and they are having vegetarian lasagna. Yuck. This is the thought in my head. Bff’s son, who is my son’s bff in turn announces that he hates vegetarian lasagna. He was informed in no uncertain terms that he must at least try the lasagna.
My son suddenly pipes up and asks that his bff can still come for supper. We are having bacon eggs and hash browns. And of course the response was yes, yes you guys can have supper together.
Bff’s son: Because I love bacon!
I laughed. I admit it. Because really who asks an 8 year old to make a choice between bacon and vegetarian lasagna. Dude will always choose the bacon.
Alas, I have issues getting my son to read. He has struggled, although in the last little while, it has been better. Mind you I have been smarter about the books that I am picking up for him. Dogman by Dav Pilkey creator of Captain Underpants is a huge favorite. And he likes the graphic novel concept. Which does not bother me because he is reading.
So tonight he informs me that although having read three or four pages he was not going to read any more. So I looked at my Kindle and I had 12 minutes left in the chapter that I was reading. I challenged him to a reading contest.
In 10 minutes he had to read 15 pages and I had to finish my 12 minute chapter. He read 25 pages while I still have 8 minutes left on my chapter. Am I upset? Not in the least and the reason is that he read. He didn’t argue with me he just did it. And now I have an in. The only problem some of the books that he wants to read are on my Kindle as well. Which leads to arguments over who gets to read what.
I will bow my head gracefully and give in (I have Kindle App on my phone) if he wants to read the Minecraft stories I have downloaded for him. We also are working our way through a YA Novel The Ultimate Treasure Quest 1: The Jewel of Peru by Sharon Skretting. I have read him to sleep a couple of nights.
As you can see, I come alive when my son is with me. I smile and I laugh a little easier.
He won the reading contest tonight and I am extremely proud of him. Now am going to go and finish my 8 minutes while he does the winner’s dance around the living room.
So for the last two days my son and me have spent the entire day together. Just the two of us. Now I must explain, we spend time together all the time during the week that I have him with me. However I work full time so our time is spent from the time I wake him up for school or to get ready to go to sitters to when we get home. Than Saturday and Sunday are full days but he has buddies who live next door. So I see him but it isn’t the same.
Yesterday and today it has been the two of us. I have a mini break from work so this is a great way for us to spend holiday time together. Thursday was lazy day and today, today was purge/clean his room. And let me tell you this kid is a hoarder. I found multiple sticks, as in the ones that come from trees? Yeah hidden in the back of his closet. There was garbage to be tossed, papers and broken crayons and clothes to be sorted through.
While tidying up the hallway I picked up the shoe baskets. I have two pairs of sandals, one pair of work runners, two pairs of boots and 1 pair of sexy kick ass boots. My son….his basket is overflowing. 4 pairs of sneakers, 4 pairs of boots, rubber boots, slippers. I looked at him and said ‘dude you have way more shoes than I do!’ He asked me if that was a problem.
And than began the great purge of his room. Drawings and colorings from kindergarten and grade one. Books that he wrote in grade two. Thank god there was no moldy food or rotting meat (lol) he has some cleaning ability. But I came to the conclusion that my child hoards items. I wonder where he gets that from? Today though, he tossed with abandon and soon the end was in sight. Until we began going through the clothes. And there was a lot of them.
There are all the jeans that I have for when he gets bigger. I have nephews who are five years older than he and they are hanging in the closet waiting to be worn. But there was also clothing that he had outgrown. Clothes that he doesn’t even wear. Stripes apparently are icky. Color other than red black or grey are just not cool. I finally snarled after the fifth dark shirt that during the week when he was with me I was going to be seeing some color even if he didn’t like it. I spent 20 years surrounded by dark bleak colors and I refuse to have that trait carry over.
Than I realized my son is a clothes horse. He will change his shirt upwards of three times a day sometimes more depending on the season. He changes his pants from one pair of sweats to another depending on how the mood strikes him. Me, I live in yoga pants, tank tops and sweatshirts. Jeans are for date night and if I need to make an impression. I prefer comfort. I have such a lacksadaisy attitude to what I wear that this careful consideration and need to look ‘right’ confounds me. But he is 8 and I know that it will only get worse.
I have learned a lot in the last two days of being with my son. His ability for abstract understanding has yet to kick in. We had a conversation regarding digital money. He talks nonstop, feeling the need to constantly explain everything to me. That I know he gets from me. Case in point….he read the bit about the shoes and had to go clean out the basket so as to provide me with an accurate count of how many shoes he has. He is funny and smart. Sensitive and inquisitive. He is the male version of me in minature.
So I have to admit that I am not entirely sure what I am doing here. I have a really good friend who is also a writer and she suggested strongly I start a blog. I do not even know what to write about.
I am a simple woman with simple wants and needs. I want to teach my son how to be a strong independent living man. The opposite of my ex.
I work 40+ hours in retail grocery and my god customers are fodder for a lot of my stories. Because who would actually believe that another human could act like that.
I have a crew of girls at work who I laugh with and who hug me when I cry. They are the ones who help me to keep sane during my daily trials.
My BFF is my next door neighbor and her son is my son’s best friend as well. She is planning to move to the city at the end of June. I refuse to acknowledge this new reality until I absolutely have to. She and me take bathroom breaks at work solely so we can text one another.
And than the is the BF. He has no idea that I am planning on writing a blog. He is sweet and caring. Likes my son and is a dutiful son himself. He is going back home for New Year’s as well which has made me sad.
Oh yeah and there will discussions about all things adult and immature. Poop, farts, the weirdness of life and the amazing world of sex.
Welcome to my weird little world I hope you will enjoy read.