This is all I've heard about since I mentioned a birthday party invitation to N. One of his friends had a birthday party on Sunday evening (of all nights, and YES, I know that makes me sound old and cranky), and the highlight of the invitation was the video game truck. For two and a half hours, these boys (apparently) played video games. In a truck. They also ran around and got all sweaty, playing basketball and eating pizza and nearly tackling the poor kid's mother for candy as the party broke up.
N wants a video game truck for his birthday now...and my concern about the creativity of birthday parties moving forward has been completely squashed. I think we all win here.
What did I do before 5:30, you ask? Um...yeah. My dad opted to leave at 7:30 this morning so he would have the whole afternoon to rest and recover from his (much louder and more chaotic) weekend in Dallas. I was sad to see him go, and so was B...he cried and said (in the most pathetic voice I've ever heard), "But, Mom! I wasn't done with him yet!" How can that not break your heart?
I set up my laptop to watch church online instead of going because there were entirely too many things going on at once: N left for church, B decided to be scared of "zompires" or some such nonsense stemming from one of the horrid shows on the Disney channel...Kickin' It, I think. He wouldn't even brush his teeth if I was sitting in the living room, answering my discussion board question. I had to be standing in the hall to where he could see at least a portion of me if he looked in the mirror.
No. Thank. You.
He left to go to a get-together with his dad's family, and I had about an hour of my own time before N came home. We hung out peacefully enough, talking about why I seemingly interfere, only it's not interfering because I'm showing him that what he's doing comes across as pestering or being a jerk. He sort of gets it now, or he claims to, anyway. He just hates being punished (what kid doesn't?) and wishes I would pick a different punishment. You know, instead of the one that obviously works pretty dang well.
No dice, N...no dice.
We went to Market Street to get a few things for lunches (because I ran out of time to go to Target) and a gift card for N's friend's birthday party, and then I dropped him off. I came home, made some potato skins (I. Love. Potatoes.), and read a book/worked on homework. I'm caught up on one class, but I have two that have some serious assignments due in the near future.
Oh boy...but you know what? It's exactly one month until my semester's over.
I'm holding onto that with all I've got!
Aubs
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