…is just one more thing that makes me sound like my mother. When I say things like that I cringe. I swore I would never become my mother. Yet, here we are.
My 13 year old son thinks I am pretty clueless. Admittedly, I am clueless about so much, but being 13 years old and seeing how much I can get away with? Well, that’s my specialty.
You see, this weekend, I find him walking aimlessly around the house talking to a girl on his phone. What is this all about? Then he is talking about going to a friend’s house. A friend I have never heard of! Slow down buddy!
Middle school is such a funny time. Plans are made between these teens with very little parent involvement. Long are the days of setting up playdates. Now I find myself sitting in my car, in my pajamas at 11:00 on a Friday night to pick him up hoping he hurries so I can get to bed soon.
He thinks I ask to many questions, nag him all the time, and just plain suck the fun out of his life.