There are many ongoing battles at our house between hot headed mother and son. Anyone who knows me has probably undoubtedly heard me say (or scream depending on the situation), "The only problem with being a stubborn smart ass is that you usually end up raising one..." Karma is a real nasty bitch sometimes.
Homework and nutrition are probably up there in the top 5 for battles... and yet, today, a tiny miracle happened... my pseudoanorexic slacker came home from school today, popped open his laptop and started doing writing based homework. ON A FRIDAY!!! And, then, although I thought I had misheard him over my tears of relief, he asked for a fruit smoothie as a snack... not fish crackers or some other sort of packaged deal... a bonafide nutritious snack. Was I shocked? Let's just say, I was really tempted to ask "What did you do wrong at school today?" but I bit my tongue and looked for hidden cameras instead.
Does this mean there is hope that next week I will be washing seven pairs of junior underwear????
In light of it being his birthday, I am grateful that BMAR13 is turning 38 before me... 'cuz that just sounds really fucking old. I am also thankful that - even though we have had numerous melodramatic platonic breakups - I never threw out this Christmas card he made for me in 1992.... Holy crap. It has made me smile for 20 years everytime I look at it hanging somewhere in my home. If ol' Debbie could see us now, hey Brysie?!?!?As for the paramedic: Thank you for pretending you did not want a smoothie for breakfast this morning so I did not have to get up before 5am.
