I didn’t have brothers growing up so I never had any experience with adolescent boy high jinx. So excuse me while I try to figure out the alien type behavior of the two boys God has blessed me with.
A big mystery for me is their clothes. My boys will ride their bikes somewhere (Good for them! They’re getting great exercise and they’re out and about and not holed up in the house being bored.) and if there’s a mud puddle out there, believe me, the back of their shirts will find it. They’ll come home and the front will look okay but then I’ll get a load of the back. Oh man! I especially like how my youngest has managed to get mud on his solid white shirt every time he wears it. Yes, yes, who in their right mind would buy a white shirt for a ten year old boy?!? He gets it muddy every time and I end up bleaching it every time. The bleach has worked great at removing the stains, but the material is starting to break down because of the over-bleaching. Now there is a little hole starting in the shirt. (sigh)
The way my boys are with food also boggles my mind. The other morning, I found a half full/empty bag of (once) frozen meatballs on the kitchen counter. They had been out all night. My oldest and his friend had opted for a late night snack after Gerald and I had gone to bed. I don’t mind if they want to fix themselves something to eat. But for the love of all that’s decent, please remember to put the food back in the fridge/freezer. Please remember to close the chip bag up tight when you’re done. Please wipe up the mess of spilled milk you left on the counter. Gee, did you get any of that cereal in the bowl? Pretty sure you poured it all on the counter and/or floor. If there’s one thing I can’t stand (okay, actually there are A LOT of things I can’t stand, but whatever), it’s wasted food.
There are other mysteries such as the forever clogged toilet, missing what-nots (what-nots can be anything, like shoes, chargers, ipods, etc.). I especially like it when one of my sons comes and asks me where such-and-such is. And the tone used is almost accusatory, like it just had to be Mom who moved my such-and-such or my this-and-that. Umm… no, I haven’t seen your such-and-such or your this-and-that, thank you.
But when I think I can’t take another minute of the insanity, I realize that hey, it could be worse. I could have two GIRLS. Why just today Gerald and I were at the mall and seeing the way some young girls were dressed (read: scantily clad), I turned to Gerald and said, “I’m so glad we don’t have girls.” Hoochy-attire fear aside, I know I’d be spending sooo much more money if I had girls. When my oldest hit junior high, he became much more aware of fashion/style and some of his demands for the latest brands and clothes are ridiculous, at least to Gerald and me, but I can only imagine if I were up against a junior high female. Oh, the horror!
So the moral of the story is… If you’re a regular Crankoutloud reader, you already know that most of my posts have no moral, it’s usually just my typical rambling. I believe it comes down to this though — Parenting is tough no matter the child’s sex, and each child presents his/her own set of challenges.
Please do share any mysterious ways of your own kiddos or other kids you know by leaving a comment.
P.S. An update on Gerald and his skitters — He is doing well. And this week’s chicken dish appears to be safe eating. See? Nothing suspicious to see here.