This was totally not what was on my mind this morning until I had a text conversation with one of my best friends. In the time span of 3 minutes we had 2 obscure sci-fi late 70′s and 80′s references. I’m not sure many people can pull that off (well, I think the 4th Frog’s husband might be able to pull it off).
You see my friend has been selling off a lot of her household items so, naturally, I asked if she was going to be moving back home. Her response was a sad one as she is not able to move back home yet, and she said she felt like Scott Bakula hoping that every jump would take her closer to home. I lost it when she texted that, not only because I was HOOKED on “Quantum Leap” (thanks, Mom!), but because simultaneously I was sending her a text about our youngest’s (her Godson) First Communion being scheduled for May 4th next year (yes, she is someone that I have to give dates to as soon as I know them!) and said “May the 4th be with you!” What follows is where our conversation went after that:
And that, my friends, is one of the reasons I love this girl so much. If you can’t be a geek with your friends, who can you be a geek with? By the way, I do think this “geek-stuff” is hereditary. Again, I must thank my Mother for that. Boys I’m sorry, but with 2 geeks for parents, and a Geek-Ma (as you lovingly refer to your Grandmother) I think you are doomed for geekiness as well!!
I think that I can fully understand why, in some species, parents eat their young.
Our 12-year-old old must be having a spike in his testosterone levels, that can be the only reason that I can think of that my sweet, first-born boy has been replaced with this monster. I want my child back who will listen, joke, laugh, complete chores, follow directions, and not stare off into space when I talk to him and answer me with a surly attitude. I am hopeful that after a bit of time with him creating a slide show on the computer today that he will return to normal. I feel like this may be the male version of what my friends with daughters deal with when their girls are PMSing.
Our 10-year-old old has turned into a somewhat moodier version of himself. If my agenda does not line up with his it seems to become optional. Other than that, he hasn’t changed too much, and if I were the type of parent that ate my young he would still be safe.
The brand new 7-year- old would probably be the first to be eaten. He is nowhere near the
angelic boy he once was. Apparently, he doesn’t need to shower unless he feels like it. He also doesn’t need to put his dishes in the dishwasher, clean his room, or do anything other than play Lego or be on the computer. He feels like he should be allowed to dictate what he does and when he does it. Needless to say, this does not fly well with us.
I am sending a plea out to whomever took my awesome boys and replaced them with these versions that look like them to please switch them back, otherwise we may have to resort to eating them. Quite frankly, I don’t think they will sit well in my digestive tract so please consider my plea.