26 January 2006

potheads & pissed-off moms...

mommy thought about being annoyed today... in fact, she was working on a very powerful piss-off, directed mainly at the younger boy, who went to bed veryvery late last night without locking the front door. he does this often, usually after he's been "hanging out" with one or two of his so-called friends. mommy and daddy know what "hanging out" really means... and they don't like it. not one little bit. because, you see, this boy is their treasured child, and they love him so-much-it-hurts, and they always have. why, as a baby, he was so precious, so delicious, he could make mommy cry. in fact, he was so completely adorable, mommy often jokes that daddy fell in love with him before he fell in love with her (mommy was 6 months pregnant when she first met daddy). they both lovingly remember him as a gorgeous chubby baby boy with fat rosy cheeks, tousled blond curls, who was precocious to a fault. he was, according to my people, a living doll.
but now, it seems, their "baby", (who stands over 6 feet 5 inches tall, not that anyone asked), has found himself in a bit of a funk. a funk that involves "hanging out" with his so-called friends so much he's actually dropped out of college and has been suspended from his cushy little job at starbucks (where mommy & daddy enjoyed the perk (ahem) of getting their triple-grande-soy-no-whip-mochas at a major discount or, sometimes, for free.). i hasten to add that my people don't mind the fact that the boy (along with the older boy, for that matter) has messed up, or that he's trying to "find himself". they both think that will happen in good time, because he's got a lot going for himself. he's a heck of an artist, and quite gifted on the stage. they also know that, despite the fact that he's very bright, he's had to struggle with attention deficit disorder all his life, which made his earlier years very difficult. and then there's that semi-debilitating case of ocd (which, interestingly enough, gets worse after he "hangs out" with his so-called friends). all in all, my people know it's not easy being him, sometimes, and they respect that. still, it's not too much to expect the boy to remember to lock the freaking front door, is it? i mean, how hard is that?
ah, but i said mommy was working on being pissed-off, right? you see, as she was gearing up for a major rant and rave, she reminded herself of a few things that made her feel better: A) the boy's been a bit of a screw-up lately, but, overall, he has manymanymany redeeming qualities, therefore B) this is just a phase. a stupidshittyf*ckingannoying phase that he has to work through, C) he'll work though it, eventually, D) being pissed-off is a waste of energy and/or time, and, 5) life is wa-a-y too short to spend it being pissed-off at things she can't control.
ya know, mommy doesn't always listen to messages from herself... fortunately for everyone around here, today, she did.

"Growl all day and you'll feel dog tired all night." ~ Source Unknown (courtesy great-quotes.com)

7 Comments:

Blogger BoBo Banjoey said...

way to vent babe...luv ya

26/1/06 12:57 PM  
Blogger BoBo Banjoey said...

by the way...did I mention that today is the day from hell? have mtgs. and/or appointments every half hour and today is the day that everyone's problem has become mine....but, this too shall pass.
If you love me you'll win the lottery and we can move to Maine.

26/1/06 1:00 PM  
Blogger puppytoes said...

yeah... since we both know how lucky i've been in the past! tee hee. xoxo

26/1/06 1:14 PM  
Blogger Busy Mom said...

If you win the lottery, can I borrow $5k for Busy Girl's braces? (Sorry you've been having a hard time).

26/1/06 4:51 PM  
Blogger puppytoes said...

absolutely! in fact, i'll pay you 5K if you'll take my son off my hands for awhile! he's actually a great kid (except when he's screwing up)and he has a heart of gold. AND he's excellent with children and dogs (he also makes an amazing caramel macchiato, tho' i lean towards the mochas myself) : )

26/1/06 5:24 PM  
Blogger Busy Mom said...

If he can fix clothes dryers, we got a deal. The Starbuck's thing sealed the deal and I have a broken dryer.

27/1/06 10:53 AM  
Blogger puppytoes said...

i'll have to get back to ya on the dryer-thing... but heck, he's reallyreally tall, maybe he can just hold up one end of a line that's tied to a tree... then you can have your clothes dried by nature, herself! mmmmmm fresh! (he does know how run a washing machine...tho' he's loathe to do so around here)i'll pack his bags : )

27/1/06 1:06 PM  

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