Heard at My House…

The Frug has been away this week and the natives are positively feral at this point.  Even cheerful 12 is quiet. Oh how I wish his surly brother would be as silent.

This morning I woke up a bit early. I know, me wake up early? When the Frug is gone, I have a hard time sleeping b/c I’m worried I’ll sleep through the alarm and eff up the morning routine. ANYWAY, since I had some time, I decided to make scrambled eggs and toast for my darling angels. Breakfast on school mornings is usually a quick affair since we have to be out the door at 7:10am. So, I thought I’d give them a nice breakfast today instead.

Sarcasmo comes down the stairs and sees what I’m doing…

Sarcasmo:  OMG, that better not be for me!

Me:

Sarcasmo: I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS BULLSHIT.stomps back up the stairs*

Me:

Otis: *drools* More for me!

How is this bullshit in any way, shape, or form??? Someone cooks you breakfast, you eat it, right???

I should know better. Really, I should. There have been morning where he stomps down the stairs and stomps right back up saying he is running late so he can’t eat. So, I will make him a bagel that he can eat in the car. His response to that is generally one of two things:

“OMG, I JUST BRUSHED MY TEETH! I CAN’T EAT THAT!

or

“OMG! IT’S COLD NOW! I CAN”T EAT THAT!”

Stubborn boy will go hungry just to “prove a point“…what point that is, I do not know.

SERENITY NOW.

2 thoughts on “Heard at My House…

  1. sounds like someone needs and ass kicking. I think I would stop cooking for him all together. You are much nicer than I am.

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