I throw all sorts of running and dessert stuff at you on a regular basis with only a few motherhood moments mixed in lately so here’s a quick glimpse of what it’s like for me these days as the mother of a 12-year-old witty boy.
Never a dull moment, I swear!
I have told you this before but I shall tell you again. By 8:00 pm most nights of the week, I am tired and done with the world. Whatever you need or think you need from me, spare us both and save it for the morning.
My son is a night owl (I don’t understand) and at the age of 12, he is starting to respect my nighttime wishes…sort of.
He now sends me texts rather than coming into my room to talk to me all about what he feels is of utter importance while I am sleeping.
This text was sent to me Sunday night, the night before returning to school after missing a week while he was sick.
No, I did not wake him up at 6:00 am, I have enough trouble waking him up at 7:00 am so I am not sure who he was fooling.
I was also greeted with a text Wednesday morning asking me to do his French homework real quick when I woke up. Page 27 in the textbook to be exact.
Perhaps if he typed the text in French, I would have been persuaded enough to actually do the assignment for him.
Let’s see….what else went on this week.
Oh yes, his soccer game. Now that my son plays on the school soccer team, no longer do I have to shuffle around to bring him to and from his games and practices as everything occurs directly after school and I just meet the team at the field for games.
This sounds like a lovely concept in theory but, um, the other day? I found myself at the wrong field watching the wrong team.
And I didn’t realize it right away at all. It took me quite some time.
But look! It’s such a big field and everyone starts to look the same to me in those uniforms! I figured my son was on the bench since he had been out sick all last week but after a while, I decided I really couldn’t see him on the bench and then after a few more minutes, realized I was watching the wrong game.
His game was an away game at a different school field and the team I was watching in error was the 8th grade team instead.
Honest mistake, really it was. Okay fine – Clearly I am not soccer mom and I don’t come with a chair but I always have dinner prepared in advance and ready for when we get home so that counts for something doesn’t it?
New York state law said it was okay for my son to sit in the front passenger seat of my car once he turned 12. I had no intentions of telling him about this because if it were up to me, he would sit in the backseat forever.
I need to be in control of the radio and now I have him touching my stations…and turning the volume up.
I always considered myself a cool mom because I listen to cool music at what I thought was a loud volume yet every single time he gets in the car with me, he turns the volume up even higher and I find myself telling him I cannot drive with such loud music because I need to pay attention to the road and the possibility of emergency vehicles.
I am getting old, aren’t I.
And then there was the drop off at a party recently where I witnessed one of his little girl friends wearing the exact same outfit I have hanging in my closet.
I am trying to decide who is out of place on this one, me the 37-year-old or her, the 12-year-old.
And in coloring book news, which I am throwing in to this post since coloring is technically a childish activity, I keep seeing commercials for adult coloring books.
Is it wrong that I prefer my Lisa Frank coloring book? Do I need to color in an adult coloring book because I am technically an adult?
I don’t know, the adult coloring books don’t attract me. I prefer the child like patterns of my youth which may explain why I am shopping in the same clothing stores as the kids.
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What time at night is your cut off time for speaking with people?
Do you have an adult coloring book or still like a kid coloring books?
What was for dinner last night?