It was a FUN LOUD MESSY time filled with food, movies, football, bowling, wrestling, HGTV, and games. The only thing NOT good about it was the amount of sleep we were getting. I happen to like sleep...sort of my "passion" if you will. The kids really had free reign during this time. They crashed anytime between midnight and 3 AM. The house was so full of life that 3 AM felt like noon. Sometime in the middle of the night they all found their way back to our bed.
Tight.
Hot.
Sweaty.
Tossing.
Turning.
Sweet.
Skip and I decided to take our kids home a night early so they could get back into their routine and own beds. Personally, I was craving my own space and sleep. To a parent, this decision made complete sense. To a nine year old boy?
Well. I am convinced that nothing makes sense to a nine year old boy.
As we were packing to leave, Zeb came downstairs with a major chip on his shoulder. He was very upset that we were leaving complete with some sassing and some door slamming.
"MO-OOOM!!! You don't understand. You just...you just CARE too much about us. It's so embarrassing! Could you quit CARING sometimes?"
*straight face*
"OK. So. You are mad because I happen to CARE too much?"
"YES! Why can't you CARE LESS like a normal person?"
Just you wait, son. Just you wait.
8 comments:
Love it!! So glad you are back to blogging! Love stopping by to visit. Except for the guilt twinge due to my lack of blogging;) love your writing and sense of humor.
Hilarious. Some day he'll tell his therapist all about his horrid mother who just cared too darn much.
You are so mean. I mean really? What are you thinking??!!
I love that kid.
I do agree that there is nothing that makes sense to 9 year olds, or almost 9 year olds. :)
Oh my! Love it. Sounds just like my 9 year old!
here's the thing janelle. i really don't WANT to start reading another blog. i already spend too much time on this computer as it is! but i go to your blog in order to glance over your post and i find myself 100% drawn in. reading every blankity-blank word. because your writing is GOOD. and i can't seem to resist it. so here i am, reading your blog, when i don't need another blog in my life!!! seriously, you're bugging me. stop being so good at this!
Well, at least he knows you care unlike my child who apparently thinks I hate him! :-) Love that last pic!
Yeah, you care too much and I am the worst parent in the world because I ask too many questions! Apparantly, you only get 1 question per day with a teenager.
i love the picture... so sweet. if i did that to landon his face would not be looking like zeb's and he would probably have wiped the kiss off with his sleeve. but at least he still likes to snuggle. sigh... they grow up but it doesn't mean i don't stop trying to sneak in kisses.
i love this story. i agree with the others you tell a good story. love it!
did you do a big surprise trip this year??
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