July 21st, 2010 | Author: trancejen
This move is never going to happen. I am going to be here until the apocalypse.
We were supposed to move this weekend, and it looked like that might actually come to pass, and then my mother waffled.
She always waffles.
To be fair, we’re not ready. There are still cupboards and cabinets full of shit that we haven’t yet packed, and did I mention that we have yet to pack any clothes? Oh, yeah. That.
So next weekend is our move date.
Right.
I’ll still be saying this in August, when the J-Man is supposed to be starting school, I’m sure.
This is truly the slowest move in the history of mankind, except for perhaps the case of Og the caveman, who took two years to roll a heavy stone sofa from one hovel to another in a settlement ten miles away.
In other news, the J-Man is full of hormones. I have never seen such a moody child in my life. I know that he is going through The Puberty, as is evident by the four containers of AXE deodorant in my bathroom; but Jesus, when is this going to stop??
One minute he is the perfect child, loving and sweet, hugging me goodnight, carefully placing pillows beneath my head when I have seizures, using perfect manners, and playing nicely with friends.
In a flash, without warning, he flips; and suddenly he is raging and sobbing because he doesn’t want to take turns or because I disciplined him or because somebody looked at him funny or because there was a spider in his room.
He’s never been like this, so I can only chalk it up to hormones. It’s making all of us insane.
Yesterday he threw a full-blown crying FIT that lasted a full hour because the action figure he ordered didn’t arrive in the mail.
I don’t know whether to hug him or give him a good, hard slap.*
*I don’t slap my kid. This is purely wishful thinking.
He usually gets over these pissy snits and apologizes, but STILL.
I don’t know how long this puberty shit is going to last, but it had better start to wane pretty damned soon, because my patience is wearing thin.
At least now he’s in a fight with the kid from down the street and I don’t have to see THAT ugly mug for a while.
Sigh.
Hormones. They’re the devil in all of us.
Happy Wednesday.
Ugh, hormones. The PMS got worse and worse as I got older, and now I have a little pre-menopause thrown in for good measure. I feel like the devil, and I can’t even stand myself these days. Good times.
I get extra seizures with PMS for some reason. I would like a hysterectomy, plz.
My husband swears that the uterus has a little tracking device in it for all things within the house because he can’t even find ketchup when it’s in the refrigerator. I’d like a hysterectomy too but then how would we know where all our shit is? We’d have to keep it in a jar on a shelf and consult the jar whenever we couldn’t find anything. Of course, that could be handy. I could let the jar bite his head off when said object is exactly where the jar told him it was.
LOL!!
Gawd, I hate hormones. I think my body is ramping up for menopause, because I have turned into a pissy, crying uber-jealous little bitch (especially during my PMS days) and it bugs the crap out of me. Since I never used to be this bad, I’m chalking it up to hormonal changes.
Stupid hormones.
Susie, I think you may have something there. My boyfriend is always asking me where he put his stuff and we don’t even live together. Oddly enough, I can usually find what he’s looking for.
LOL at Susie!
Best of luck to you, Jen. If the ill shit I pulled as a teenager is any indication of what you might be able to expect from J-man, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.
Dude. The hormones will only get worse, until he has totally been taken over by the body snatchers. Life as you knew it is over until he hits twenty-one. Isn’t that a scary thought?
It IS a scary thought. I don’t think I’m even going to make it until he turns fourteen.