Guess what just happened?
Okay, Im chillin out, laying down, relaxing, trying to get a little zen time, *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* I hear this all day long when I get home. Kids running, in and out. Phone, ring ring ring. My little kids are all popular, and their little friends can be annoying. It's like living in an insane asylum sometimes. All the little kids like me, but can be afraid of me too, when I have to get all parental on them.
Anyway, I answer the door, and there's this mom, nice lady, with a little boy, shorter than my son. She was at the door cause she said her son and mine had some altercation earlier in the day, and he'd dropped his cousin's scooter, and couldn't find it, was wondering if either my son took it, or if he knew who did.
So I call him down, and he's being all ornery. Once he saw the other little kid, he became demonfied.
"Hey, he cussed me out today. Was swearin' at me. Just came up swearin.'" So I began asking him questions, and my son got all defensive. And what pissed me off is that he got defensive even with the kids mom. Which then led me to leap on his ass. "Shutup boy, or I will whup your butt, right here. I'm not playing."
Anyway, so I told him, to walk the mom and the cussing boy, to his friends house to see if the scooter was there. He began protesting. "Im not going, im not helping him he cussed me out." One of the things the mom had told me, was if they couldnt find the scooter, she'd have to buy another one. So I told him, "You will get your butt on over here, and show them where your friend lives, or else I will whup your butt. Stop being stupid, and go."
After awhile they came back, and we talked to the two of them for a bit, but also, the mom and I talked about the insanity of dealing with teenagers, esp the dreaded thirteen age, which I told her, they're like little boys with seventeen year old hormones, thrashing their bodies. My son has had five or six girlfriends this year, and he thinks hes 'swexy' as he calls it. Not sexy, but 'swexy.' No, he can be stoopid. He still gets good grades but he is an insane thirteen year old, and I am trying to keep my sanity.
I realized though, later, why my son was so defensive with the kids mom. He told me later, "His mom sounds just like you." And I did notice that. She was a little like me. She was fabulous, lol, just kidding, but seriously. There are moms who appear thrashed to all hell, after dealing with teenagers, and others still manage to retain some sense of youth and vitality. She was one of those moms. Yet, with a bit of the Durga in her, fierce enough, but not a total wildbeest. Some women look haggard with teens, others dont. Maybe she meditates, heh.
But anyway, him saying that, I laughed. I said "no wonder you didn't like her." He felt she had come over, accusing him of taking the scooter, and chasing the kid around. The ironic thing about this whole madness too, was tonight he said about the kid coming up cussing "where is my fu_cking scooter," was he is in sixth grade, and my son said "he's too young to be cussing." I laughed at him, and said "You're too young to be cussing." Kids get into eighth grade and think they're old. Cause they're in the last grade before high school. If only they could see how ridiculous they can be, whence in eighth grade.
So later he asks me, after they left "So who do you think the
victim was in all this?" I said "No one was a victim. You all had some blame in the matter." No one was perfect. The kid came up, cussing for his scooter, my son, chased him off with the bike, cussing at him. Kid dropped his scooter and ran off. They are all, goofy little boys.
I can hardly wait til the insanity of this age passes. He walked around saying he was the victim. He's taking debate class this year, sometimes wants to debate topics now. At dinner the other night, wanted to debate whether fast food restaurants should be in this country or not. I said they should offer healthy choices, as well. he said that people want to buy junky food to eat, they're going to do it anyway.
"Im the victim." He claimed then, later, he was the victim of the kids mama. I said "No, fool, you're not the victim. You two clowns were outside arguing and cussing and being foolish, and she's the one who has to pay for the missing scooter, you dont."
Anyways, Im trying to survive this age. But the insanity makes my head hurt sometimes, im not playing. I wasnt retarded like this when I was thirteen. I dont think I was!
