[WARNING: PROFANITY AHEAD.]Doodlebug is in his room right now. Theoretically he's working on his writing, but I'm pretty sure he's taking a nap because I'm pretty sure he's been up in the middle of the night on electronics or eating or doing something he knows he's not supposed to do. One day I swear I'm going to install a motion-sensing camera outside his room with an app that links to my phone so it'll ding and wake me up whenever he starts his nocturnal wanderings.
Or not. I like sleep a lot more now than I used to.
Anyway, he's in his room theoretically working because he decided this morning was a good time to conduct an experiment with mom.
-- One PMSing mother
-- Tweenage attitude
Objective: To see how far one can push one's mother before she threatens actual bodily harm.
Hypothesis: I suspect it will take less than 30 seconds, if experiment is conducted properly, before Mom totally loses her shit.
1. Half-ass your way through a grammar assignment. Make sure to ask Mom to help you complete the work before you've actually read the lesson to see if she's as big a sucker as you think she is.
2. Turn in said half-assed grammar assignment. Start throwing a giant tantrum when you get approximately 20% of the questions wrong (mostly because you didn't read the lesson).
3. Ignore Mom when she tries to get your attention to calm you down.
4. Start yelling, "FINE," repeatedly at the top of your lungs every time your mother opens her mouth.
Results: I was allowed to select between Option A: GET IN YOUR ROOM and Option B: BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T GET OUT OF MY SIGHT NOW, I'M GOING TO PUT YOU THERE MYSELF. AND DO NOT COME OUT UNTIL YOUR WORK IS DONE AND YOU CAN STOP INTERRUPTING PEOPLE WHO ARE TRYING TO HELP YOU!!!
Observations: My hypothesis was correct. While I did not have a stopwatch during the experiment, I would estimate that from the time I initiated Step #4 to the time that I received results was approximately 25 seconds.
Conclusion: Mom is nuts.
Clearly all this is my fault. And yeah, I lost my temper at the dude. But for heaven's sake, it's ridiculous, isn't it? You try to be nice, you try to help them, and all they want to do is pick a fight. And I'm really, really not good at backing down when someone wants to throw their hat in the ring. I'm better than I used to be, but if you act like a turd, things will not go well for you. I'm just sayin'.
So he's in his room until he can get his crap done.
Boo is fine. She's finished school and practiced her violin and is currently researching meteorology just for the fun of it.
Got a call this morning from the ophthalmology office as well. Doodlebug has an appointment with the retinal specialist on Friday morning at an hour so ungodly that I'm pretty sure the doctor is coming in early just to fit us in. I'm grateful, but I am not going to be human; I'm usually not even out of bed at the time of that appointment. I'm just hopeful that I can figure out how to program the coffee pot so that I can at least stumble out of the house with a life-giving beverage in my hand. I need the ability to ask coherent, intelligent-sounding questions.