There are days when I love my life. While financially things may be strained, I’m able to stay at home with my boys and watch them grow into the young men that they will be. I should be happy, right? I am, sometimes. Other days I just cannot wrap my head around the anger and resentment that bubbles up inside. I’ve got a list of pet peeves about being a work at home mom that I want to share. Okay, honestly, I just need to get it off my chest before I explode. Don’t judge. You’ll understand in a minute.
Tre is my youngest son, and at age 12 he has already developed a fetish for all things Apple – just like his sister. He wants absolutely nothing to do with android tablets, or Microsoft computers – and as far as phones go, forget it. I have been bombarded on a daily basis for the past five months with requests for an iPhone for Christmas or his birthday.
My kids are funny and will say (and do) the funniest things at times. Last night, watching Kitchen Nightmares on Netflix with the teenager, we had a heated discussion about which episode was coming up next. I tweeted what he told me:
If you have kids in your home, you know that they are inquisitive little crumb snatchers that want to try all sorts of experiments. I cannot begin to tell you the amount of science kits that we’ve gone through in this household with the two of them growing up. Tre is on this kick of watching experiments on YouTube and wanting to recreate them at home. Some of them are flat-out dangerous and I have to tell him no. Repeatedly. Firmly.
Teenager asks me to “dare him” to eat a red pepper flake. So I did.
“That’s not hot,” he says.
A few seconds later he’s making a beeline for the kitchen and the ice cubes, hollering like a little girl.
Don’t *EVER* ask Mom to dare you.