The second sound is animal-like, a type of moan I am sure only the other teenagers understand. Like nails on a chalkboard, he moans his way to the bathroom. I am just grateful that the running water of the shower drowns out his apparent hatred for morning and the cries that accompany it. “We get it Dude; you don’t like mornings.” His reply … a grunt and moan.
2) Feeding the animal
The shitstorm of making his lunch. Look, he is 15 and has been making his lunch for quite some time. Somehow he has not figured out that peanut butter is sticky, butter is greasy, toast is crummy, and the milk needs to go back in the fridge. I get it I enable him; I always clean it up after, judge away. I am still a Mom.
3) The Adventures of all Misplaced Objects
Is it that his brain is too full of teenage stuff to remember where he has put anything? I believe I have spent over 4000 hours in the last two years looking for items that he has said he put right here. My absolute favorite being the large bag he calls his backpack. I like to call it the bag of moldy lunches. We usually find this one by smell alone.
4) The Empty Container Syndrome
My son has an amazing talent, for Putting empty containers back in the fridge. Whether it be the milk carton, juice jug or ketchup bottle. If he could get a job at this, he would be an employee of the month. I have even found empty sandwich bags in my fridge! Did he, take out whatever was in the bag and think, yup, there is a crumb in there, it must be refrigerated!
5) After School Hurricane of Hell
Every day it is the same, a trail of all things that my son once had on his person. From shoes that have been perfectly placed for me to trip on to folded up papers that I am not sure have any purpose. He can usually make a mess within 5 minutes. It can take the joy out of seeing him after his day at school.
6) The Lack of Garbage Can Use
Wrappers!!!! Wrappers, all over the house! These are the bane of my existence. My son has become a hoarder of sorts when it comes to these things. You know the wrappers on granola bars, or even sandwich bags in which he has used for his lunch. I recently found over 15 of these tucked into his bed. This number does not include the many I have picked up, or asked him to pick up throughout the rest of the house. I will be clear; we do have garbage cans!
Ok, so there you have it, some things that make me want to pull my hair out when it comes to my teenage son. I feel very lucky everyday to have a son that loves and respects me. I still get kisses on the cheek and hugs goodbye! So I am not complaining too much, I promise!