Take a look at this sweet face (the boy, not the dog).
Would you ever guess that he could be the cause of my "blowing a gasket."
I have to preface this entry by saying this incident I'm about to relate is not a single, rare occurence, but rather as regular as dirty laundry piling up!
Wednesday, I say to Spencer who is sprawled on the couch watching TV, "Do you have any homework." "NO, Mom."
9:30 that night, "Dad do you have any advertisements in your magazine about alcohol?"
"Why, Spencer?" "Because I'm suppose to make up an advertisement that tells the truth about what alcohol does to you." "When is it due, Spence?" "Tomorrow morning." (He got the assignment 2 weeks ago!)
Last night at 5:30....."Mom, how would I put a model together that shows what happens in a mudslide?" "Oh, I don't know Spence, when do you need it by?" "Tomorrow morning." ***Okay, I kid you not! He got this assignment a month ago. So last night we're running around buying all the supplies to make a clay model of mudslides! Gasket blowing time? Yep, for me it is.
Anyone who knows me, knows I'm a planner. I have 3 boys. Two of them are just like me. We make lists, we calendar things, we plan. Not Spencer! Flys by the seat of his dang pants...and what's worse...it works for him. He gets good grades and the teachers love him!(well, they should, he's pretty lovable) I need to insert here, that Mike does the same thing and he's very successful. Arrrrgggghhhhh! Parenting. I know it's suppose to teach you patience, but I don't think i'm improving much.
At least I didn't yell...or scream. I actually laughed.
Okay, it was kind of a diabolical - I want to throttle you - laugh. But, I did laugh.
So we're coming back from the store and Spencer says, "So Mom, what actually is a gasket?" "Well, Spence...it's something that PMS-y planner-type Moms have a lot of and are often blowing!"