My middle child. My favorite, actually. He’s a carbon copy of me. But I parent differently than my mother. (see previous posts 🙂 ) Therefore the fallout is different. And this one is a boy. He’s more likely a carbon copy of my uncle, which doesn’t necessarily bode well. But anyway…
And we argue. Oh, good lord, do we argue. Every day – please just wear a pair of jeans. You wear sweats every day. He hates jeans. Yea, me too. But I spent money on them and you look like a slob.
We argue about his chores. Wednesday is late start day. I hate late start day. It throws off everyone’s rhythm.
We argue about getting out of bed. Ok – so today the kid done good – LOL – he got me out of bed on time. But normally we argue about getting out of bed.
Grrrr. Boys. Teenagers. “Everything has to be proven to me” attitudes.
These are the days I want Baileys in my coffee.
Everyone is Looking At Me 