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You know you are living in ND when you can run the AC and your heater with in a day of each other. Tuesday it was in the 70's almost 80, today the current temperature is 41. (all temps in F, after all I am American)
Tuesday I picked up Warren after school and both he and his teacher were excited to tell me he had set a high point record for the year so far. Since he had such an excellent day, I decided to reward him with some worms (let me explain, he has developed an unexplainable addiction to gummy worms lately). While we were thier I decided we could celebrate a little more, and asked him what he would like for dinner. We decided to grill some beer brats, and heat up some Bush's Beans. Seemed like a great idea at the time.
With supervision from me I let Warren get the grill started. After it had been heating a bit, I went out to check on it. I managed to move the grill a bit which knocked his precisely stacked coals out of kilter a bit. Of course this caused him to have a major, and I do mean MAJOR meltdown. Suddenly I was the stupid mom who didn't know anything and always ruined everything. Now everything was all ruined and I destroyed his good day, he wasn't eating anything. Fast Forward and the brats came out perfect, as did the potato salad I made, which he also had a fit about, because it wouldn't get to sit long enough and it was still too warm. Never mind that in the process of dicing potatoes I also diced thru my thumb nail and into my thumb (the one that doesn't work).
His friend Andrew came over also, so of course Warren invited him to dinner. Which I don't mind, as Andrew is a good kid, I just wish he had asked me in private (like I"m going to turn the kid down in front of him). The brats were perfect and Warren managed to eat quite well before they went out bike riding.
Later we did have a long talk, and he did appologize, sort of, while being defensive and saying I do the same thing sometimes (I sure hope not).
Yesterday he thru a fit (think 12yr old version of a tantrum). When I wouldn't make a run to WalMart at 9pm to buy him a coffee maker and some coffee (have I mentioned the kid has also overnight turned into a java junkie - provided it is the flavored sugared kind, the French Vanilla he gets at the local Stop and Go for example). I let it, go and he got over it fast and appologized on his own.
Last night we had to run to Wally world again for Toilet Paper, Milk and a few other items. Again he pitched a fit right in the TP aisle because I wouldn't buy him a coffee pot, complete with ramming the cart into my ankles because he didn't think I was walking fast enough. Nothing like fighting with your kid in the middle of Walmart to make you feel like the complete white trash everybody thinks you are. Once again he got over it quickly and appologized. We did end up settling on some instant French Vanilla Cappuchino. Then in the hygeine aisle (I need conditioner and razors)he discovered Axe body spray (nothing says teens live here like a bathroom that smells like high school prom).
I also found out that discussing anything remotely female related with a twelve year old, will cause him to do a great turtle imitation as he tries to crawl inside a non existant shell. Apparenly so does being anywhere with in 20 feet of any type of female hygeine products.
I know being 12 is hard, the difference betweeen elementary and middle school is huge and a lot of things are changing and developing, but he is driving me nuts. Last night we were watching Mythbusters and got in to an fierce argument over one of the myths. I don't mind him disagreeing with me, but rolling his eyes and saying whatever, or worse, "I know I'm right, so I'm not discussing this anymore" with his smug superiour attitude, makes me wish I wasn't against coroporal punishment.
That time it was such as stupid fight we just looked at each other and said, WTF? I too blew over quickly.
I have a feeling this is just the beginning.
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Thankful For: at least I still have a few years before he can drive
Music of the mind: : Mother's Little Helper - Rolling Stones
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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.
I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.
I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.