Friday, November 4, 2011

Grounded Again

My youngest son, bless his heart, might be jinxed. Halloween night he lost Xbox and computer privileges for two nights, got them back, then the next day, lost them again! What did he do the very next day to lose them? He turned off his alarm clock and missed his bus. This wouldn’t be such a big deal if it wasn’t already the fourth time this school year!

 Poor kid truly has an excuse; biologically he comes by his revulsion of alarm clocks from me. I’m so not a morning person, although I do get up every day at seven-thirtyish whether I have to or not. It’s tough because I have chronic fatigue syndrome but do the best I can with what I have to work with. My kid, on the other hand, has no sleep problems. He’s just always fallen asleep late, even if I put him to bed at seven. He’s always found an excuse to delay sleep and get out of bed—he’s thirsty, has to pee, has a fever, his room’s under attack by aliens…you name it. But I’m not one to give an inch, as he would’ve taken TWO miles, let me tell you THIS IS ONE TOUGH KID! He’s given me more gray hairs than my husband and my oldest COMBINED…and that’s just in his first year of life (stopped counting after that and started bleaching my hair--I'm sure I'm stark white by now!).

Anyway, around the kitchen table Wednesday night, while singing Happy Birthday to my oldest, we ended up having the most unusual conversation (par for the course) which ended up making absolutely no sense whatsoever, but somehow got on the subject of alarm clocks and how I need to set up the new one I just bought my youngest so he doesn’t miss his bus AGAIN.

 Austin defended himself with, “I haven’t over slept in a long time.”

My husband corrected him with, “I just woke you up last week!”

 Austin defended himself again with, “Oh, well, I don’t remember that.”

My oldest son joined the fray with, “Last year I got you up every day.”

Austin defended himself yet again with, “I’m like Mum, we’re night owls.”

 Oh goodie. What the hell was I supposed to do with THAT? Pull one of my bio-mother’s do as I say not as I do bullshit lines? Oh Great, everyone’s eyeballs were aimed at ME waiting for the answer of the year. Oh boy were THEY going to be utterly disappointed! But I gave it my best shot.

 “When I had to get up early for school and work, I did. I may not have liked it, but I did it anyway. Now that I don’t have to get up, I still do, but it’s not a big deal if I don’t because only I have to deal with the consequences. If you don’t get up, then Dalan or I have consequences because we have to drive you. Remember, if you don’t get up...”

“I know. No Xbox or computer.” He said in a voice trying to imitate what I most definitely didn’t think sounded at all like ME!

So, Thursday while I was getting all jacked because my blog wasn’t doing what it was supposed to, my oldest son FINALLY got out of bed (talk about a night owl!) and said, “Guess what Austin did today?”

“NO.he.did.not.” I almost fell off my seat.

“Yes he did. I had to drive him.”

“It’s like he jinxed himself!” I shook my head in disbelief.

“I know.” My son nodded his head.

“I guess he woke you because he didn’t want me preaching to him the whole way.” My boys hate when I go all Oral Roberts on them.

“Probably.” My son’s tone said more than that one word ever could!

“Oh, I’ll bet he was pissed.” I sympathized because I know what it’s like to have trouble getting up in the morning. But I also know I have to mean what I say.

 “He was pretty quiet.”

So, there you have it. Either my kid is a total jinx or he just likes punishing himself. Well, when he was little, he used to tattle on himself…


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