Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I love him to death but he drives me INSANE.
And I'm not even talking about my husband. I am talking about my 9 year old, Will. Don't get me wrong, he's a great kid, very funny and very smart. However, when Will doesn't want to do something (school work or house chores) he puts on a dramatic display that would make Humphrey Bogart jealous. Oh, the dramatics! I am not even kidding a little bit. And it's not even a new trait of his. This is a skill he has honed for, oh, 7 years or so. My sister Lisa experienced it firsthand years ago, when Will was 2, and he was sleeping on the floor with his cousins. He woke up with a bit of a chill, and for the next 3 hours, chanted " I'm cold, I'm freezing, I'm freezing, I'm cold" over and over and freakin OVER again. If you don't believe me, just ask her. She will still say that to him to this day whenever he starts to complain about something.
Last week at Elisa's ballet lessons, Will stated that he was a tad thirsty. When I told him I had no change and a ten dollar bill, making it impossible to use the vending machine, he had a mini-freakout. And by mini, I mean he said "I'm thirsty" about 200 times, and I am not exaggerating at all. He asked me a million times to check the diaper bag for change, he begged me to let him try to get a $1.50 soda using a 10 dollar bill. It went on for the whole class.. 45 minutes. I thought I was going to have a heart attack from the stress of listening to it. It was awful.
But tonight, oh tonight, we had the performance to end all performances from Will. He got into the car at pick-up time with a pained look on his face. My first thought (besides 'Oh, CRAP! Here we go..') was that he either was seriously ill, or he has.. gasp....HOMEWORK TO DO. It was homework that was so paining Will. Turns out he was assigned a 'writing prompt' in preparation for the Florida Writes test that every 4th grader has to take and pass to get into 5th grade. The assignment was to write about a chore you have to do at home, and why it's important. Not too hard right? Wrong. What transpired when we got home was 6 hours (I have the piano teacher to prove this) of crying, acting disoriented and confused, saying he doesn't "get it", and complaining that his "nose hurts so bad" ( I was confused about that one too, don't feel bad..) It was the worst temper fit from him I have ever seen. He pulled out all the stops.. his 'nose hurt', his 'knee seemed swollen', he hated the substitute teacher, his friend Ethan ate something inedible in science class, Ethan got sent to the principal, and the whole class had to walk laps at recess all because of Ethan (once again..I was confused by this one as well..)Six hours. Six HOURS. SIX HOURS. Not even kidding a little bit. In fact, usually when I am blogging about a kid incident, I find myself smiling, and sometimes laughing as I type. Not tonight. He's upstairs brushing his teeth, readying himself for bed at my request.
He did end up completing his prompt, and it came out great, but I think he aged me 15 years tonight.... I love him to death but he can drive me up the wall. Like I always say to him, "It's a good thing you're cute!!!"