Teenagers!

Today I spent the day biting my tongue, getting dirty looks (and giving a few admittedly) and snide, sarcastic comments regarding the following:

a) How I am trying to ruin his social life

b) How totally unfair I am because he has chores, NONE of his friends have nearly as much to do around the house as he does (he takes the garbage out and does his own laundry, BIG WOOP!)

c) How he doesn't really have to answer to me all the time, because it's HIS life

d) How nice it must be to have "money" as he admired all the cars at his high school registration (all students he claims, surrrrrrrrrrre)

e) How much he doesn't really care about school (after I just $450 getting him registered), how it's mostly pretty unimportant and how he thinks all he has to do is get through his first trimester with decent grades and he'll be able to get his license (wha????)

I was informed (not consulted mind you) INFORMED that he'd be spending the night at J & C's and would watch the baby on Saturday for the whole day. I was then INFORMED that he'd be spending the money he makes there to go out Saturday night with Travis & Stephen to the skate park down town. INFORMED...not consulted. Not even a "Hey let me talk to my mom and I'll get back to you." as he's on the phone, nope....just ok, cool. Yep, I'll be there and sure oh yeah...that's fine. Ok...

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In a matter of about one week, my son went from pretty sweet and cool kid to phsyco-hormone-ridden-rotten-teenager-monster-boy! BAD MAX!

I INFORMED him tonight that his attitude was getting him no where except for no bike privelages for the remainder of the week. I INFORMED him that he might want to spend a little more time discussing his plans with me as it is simple common courtesy to talk with your MOTHER about what you would like to do for the weekend before you agree to doing those things. I INFORMED him that it is really to his benefit to come home ON TIME (or call) each and every time and not just come in when he feels like it. I INFORMED him that if I ask him to do some thing simple, like put the dishes away from the dish washer it can be done during the 10+ hours of free time he's had each day for the past week. I INFORMED him that "because I just didn't do it" isn't a good reason for not doing ask he is asked. I guess that's the replacement for "I don't know!" YARGH.

I feel like forming a print of my boot right in his ass. This child is a precious and dear individual, but today...he is being a sh*t and I don't feel bad for saying so. I love you Max, some day you are going to understand that this isn't easy on either of us, but I do the best I can. All the money, friends and homework that goes undone in the world isn't going to change the fact that you are growing up and I know it's not easy to do, hell kid, I STILL fight it some days okay? But you've got the whole world right in front of you, on a plate with a big ole side of french fries and ketchup (your fav) just waiting for YOU! Just grab it and stop fighting it, it's much easier and far more enjoyable than you ever thought possible.

I LOVE YOU!

But could we skip this part please? Seriously, I did enough being a totally far-gone shit-head teenager for both of us, you don't need to go this route. Really, you don't WANT to. It's not worth it! Step AWAY FROM THE ATTITUDE. Put it down carefully, think with your brain crinkles and not your hormones. And for goddess-sake man....take a deep breath. Just breathe. I'm on your side, I am not the enemy.