Since I am unofficially committed to blogging every week day -- at least for awhile -- I'm desperately trying to think of something to post about today.
I'll admit I thought about posting that my cat likes to eat dog food. She's flexible that way.
Then this morning when I was going through the excruciating ordeal of J12 getting dressed I thought I had the perfect post. I mean really. How long can it take one child to get dressed. What is there to day dream about when you are putting on your shoes? OK, fine if it happens once. But every single day?
And no. No I don't think you need to stop and play with the dog and the cat and the other dog and the OTHER dog when you are on your way to the bathroom to brush. your. teeth.
OK and that's another thing. He's 12. He's starting to take longer in the bathroom. He's in there to brush teeth and put on deodorant. I think he's checking himself out in the mirror. Ha. This cracks me up. Because at this point I'm not getting any indication that he cares one way or the other what girls think.
Except I am starting to get indications that he cares one way or the other what girls think.
For instance. If his hair is mussed up in the morning (he still showers at night) (he'd be so pleased to know I share this on the internet) I'll get a comb and we'll fix it. He used to whine and fidget. Now he says, "what about my hair?" Ha. HA HA HA. He's growing up despite himself. Probably despite me as well.
Yesterday he told me they are studying health in science. I said, "oh, are you guys talking about sex?"
He said, "no."
I said, "You will."
"But there's a gross picture."
I said, "Naked lady? Boobs?"
"NO! A bladder!!"
"The sex is coming" I told him.
That night he had the exact same conversation with his dad and I was listening in and I said, "Someday you are actually going to want to have sex."
He was grossed out.
Good. Because I am not ready for that yet.
All right. There you go. A post. Maybe not a rant, but it's Wednesday.
I give myself points for showing up.