Signs of the Son

Did the planets align themselves in the last couple of weeks?

Did we fast forward to December 21, 2012, and the Mayan prophecy came true?

Did a meteor hit the planet?

Is the planet earth moving closer to the sun? (Remember that Twilight Episode?)

There have been some scary changes in the Quirky Household.

And I don't like it.

Not one bit.

Harumph.

They all involve the 12-year-old boy.

Yes, I see the light of recognition and understanding popping into your eyes.

Many of you have been there, done that.

Well I've only just begun to "do."

Top Five Reasons That Quirky Is Heading For A Nervous Breakdown!

1. He did laundry. *thud* He actually washed his friend's pants, but won't wash his own clothes. This friend had spent the night and they had gone outside to play, erm, I mean hangout when the friend dirtied his pants. I still don't exactly know how it happened and a big part of me doesn't want to know. But I saw my son turning on the washing machine and pouring detergent into it (and almost fainted).
   
   "Son? You're doing laundry?"
   
   "Just Frank's pants Mom. He got them really dirty when we were outside."
   
   "Oh, are you washing anything else?" (Hopefully?)
   
   "Um no, Mom. Frank's gonna stay in my room until the pants are ready."
   
   "Oh. Okay."
   
   
2. He called a girl a cupcake. *thud* He has a cell-phone. It's a pay-as-you-go cheapie phone. We only allowed him to have a cell phone with the understanding that I would spot-check text messages and images. This kid lives to text these days. One day I asked him for the phone. A look of panic fell across his face.
   
   "Wait Mom."
   
   "Nuh-uh. Give me the phone...NOW."
   
   He looked down, "Okay."
   
   I started scrolling through the incoming texts: all okay. Then I switched to the outgoing texts and stumbled upon this: "Outgoing Text to Amanda: Your a cupcake." Now should I be concerned? He used the wrong word! It's "you're" not "your." Would you be worried?
   
   
3. He shaved! *thud* He did have a little peach fuzz growing on his lip. So Quirky Hubs took him by the hand, led him into the bathroom, and taught the boy to shave! I was so upset. I don't know why. I just was.
   
   
4. He voluntarily stayed for Math tutoring. *thud*
   
   "Mom, I think I'm going to stay after school for Math tutoring."
   
   "Wha?"
   
   "Yeah, I need some help Mom."
   
   "Wha?"
   
   But now I'm wondering if this has something to do with Amanda the "cupcake." Ahem.
   
   
5. He called me "immature" when I wouldn't stop copying him. I don't know what got into me that day, but I had so much fun with it. I repeated everything he said up to the point where we were talking in unison.
   
   "So immature, Mom."
   
   Um. Yeah. Okay.

Yep, things are a'changin and the jury is still out whether or not it's good.

In the meantime, I hope I can sleep tonight because I think there's a full moon. And she controls me and my inner loon. She likes to wreak havoc with it causing me all sorts of nightmares and visions of zombies. And then I start to feel really snarky and funky.

But I guess that's okay, because...

The sun (and son) will come up tomorrow!





B.S. No sons or suns were harmed during the production of this post. My inner loon was harmed. She suffers. Oh, how she doth suffer.